Driving Rain

lane-shift

Thru the night, flying low in a driving rain

A lane shift in a construction zone, the chicane(ry)

The spray off the semi-truck beside you, reducing visibility to mere inches

The disconcerting roar of its diesel, the peal of tires, the ominous bulk

Two misty taillights but feet in front of you, your sole means of navigation,

flash a brighter shade red