Dark and stormy is the weather indeed,
Black clouds scudding across the hidden blue,
Raindrops punctuate the swishing sounds
Of wipers oscillating to and fro.
Dazzling headlights through sparks of glowing drizzle,
Momentarily make me see cross-eyed,
While their reflections within tarry puddles
Make cars swerve dangerously to one side.
There's something mystical about the sight,
The rain, the reflections, the lights, the road.
Why does it have such an impact on me?
Pondering, once I drove over a toad.
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Another tenner, Wemdy! Welcome to my Favorite Poets list!