I was
along for the ride.
The world was dark then.
Rain came in tides,
every wave pelting the glass.
And onward, I looked.
The roads, like deep,
black rivers,
said "Sink into us."
Strands of lightning crossed
in an eerie tango.
Thunder barraged my ears.
Repeated cannons;
I cannot remember much like it.
There, amidst all
the turmoil and vast,
deepening danger,
I could do nothing
but look toward the horizon.
With eyes glassed over,
I managed a whisper-
"It's beautiful."
