The first mammoth drop
on my wind shield
swiped away
with wipers.
But the headlights catch
the next few
at a slant
in mountain wind.
It moans up from the valley,
threatens to lift my car
and fly away.
But the rain is heavy,
cumbersome and confused,
the rain is deaf,
it can't hear the wind say,
‘come this way'.
Potholes to puddles,
puddles overflow,
become rivulets
that brave the gorge,
or hug the mountain
and run away,
without a steering wheel;
brakes have failed.
Darkness is heavy,
takes time to defy gravity
and roll up mountainsides.
But it will come,
starless, even mountain less maybe,
electricity will inevitably fail,
where is my three battery
powerful torch?