The Long Drive…

rain against the car  
thrashing words at our ears    
in acrid retort    
echoing the chaos    
in a tested heart    
   
some mud kicks up    
the door is closed    
a chorus of thunder    
in a passionate play      
rhythmic dialogue    
in perfect repose
a meted exchange    
two actors on stage    
   
us yesterday    
   
Is it sturm and drang    
the pounding rain    
its mournful refrain    
a funeral dirge    
a relentless urge    
cleansing the space    
where a sadness yearns    
   
a requiem for us    
as the tires turn