Righteous Rain Poem by Smoky Hoss

It looks like rain...
we took a right wrong turn
the road went west, the compass swore it south
the car obedient to a fault, plugged onward
my buddy, a brother truly, laughed so hard we should've been in the ditch;
do you understand what the real definition of ditch is, Pete asked,
a water drainage that dries completely in rainless summer.
I realized, Michigan has no ditches.
I surmise that neither does heaven.
By this time it was obvious the car was driving itself,
we had completely, without any substance help, taken leave of our senses
turning left, right, around and back again
the road, the car, our souls had mingled to the point of becoming
momentarily one.
not knowing, not caring, we had no idea to where we were bound
from whence we came
nor how many eternities we'd passed through on the journey.
we found ourselves back in Pete's driveway,
getting out, a little drop of water fell from the brim of my hat
I looked up, Pete looked up,
we agreed, It looks like rain...