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Rain on the windscreen.

Rain on the windscreen.

It doesn’t matter what the weather is like, you travel. Crossing patterns of wind and rain thrown up to slow us. The hero, pushing on through the storm arrives where needed to make the story work, to save the day or the girl. We love to listen to audio books as we drive around, passes the time and keeps us awake and alert. Sometimes the conditions make it difficult, the weather doesn’t care, it was nothing personal anyway, just passing through.


Rain comes and goes,
tail lights or headlights
shattered into pieces.
But the story continues
with all its troubles,
its confused passing
between present and past tense.
All while we drive,
and it rains. And wind pushes,
crossing against the narrative.
Trying to prevent it
leading us to the climax
at the end of the road.