I went somewhere on Saturday...where was it? I was driving home while it was dark and rainy. Seriously...where was I coming back from? Or maybe I skipped a day and wrote two on Day 25 instead. I think that's what happened. Either way, it's not one of my best...
Stormy Ride
Dirty rain
Streaks the glass.
I crack the window
To take in the scent
Of the pavement as I pass.
The beautiful reflection
Of a double green
Captures my gaze, and
I almost miss my turn.
Lightning is beautiful,
Surrounded by dark, wet silence.
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