Driving Through The Storm

It's poetry in motion.
Driving through the thunderstorm.
The raindrops beat down on the windshield.
The wipers furiously flail back and forth.
The tires plow through a puddle on the road.

All in syncopation with the classical music blasting on the car stereo.
I can hear it all.
I can feel it all.
And I sit back in my seat and think,
"This is life at its finest expression."