Fay Slimm.

IT PASSED.

 

 

It Passed.

 

Lulled by the hum of wheels I was nearly
asleep when the storm broke.
Hard rain thrummed on the windows as
dark country slid by unfocused.
Skirting the hill-tops where lightning hit
with quick jagged jabs
thunderous blast never sounded as fierce.

 

Water sluiced windscreens batting wipers
but she continued driving.
However it passed and sunrise suddenly
re-lit our wearied eyes.
Steam begot rainbows and as miles left 
behind logged no regret 
hope bred smiles by the time we arrived.