{"sf1_id":765164,"sf2_id":"YnLOrjpm","title":"The Driver","author":"spring87","words":119,"posted_at":"2014-10-06T13:16:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry","Spring87"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/765164-the-driver","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnLOrjpm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/f4/f1/f4f1e45a-5270-4396-bc55-bc31341672f9","description":"","content":"The thunder crashes\n\nas he gets into his car,\n\nTaking off down the road\n\nAt 60 miles per hour.\n\nWiping away the tears\n\nfrom his bloodshot eyes,\n\novercoming the thing that he fears\n\nas lightening illuminates the dark skies.\n\nHitting 80\n\nhe speeds past an old gas station,\n\nhis mind whirring\n\ntrying to process the information.\n\nwipers on full action\n\ntrying to clear the screen,\n\nit's the worst stormy weather\n\nthat most have ever seen.\n\nThe only tail lights\n\nare his own,\n\nas he drives faster\n\ndown the lonesome road.\n\nThe storm reflects\n\nhis current mood,\n\npiecing things together\n\nso that they could be understood.\n\nNot wanting anyone\u0026nbsp;\n\nto share his pain,\n\nthe lonesome driver\n\ncontinues through the rain.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}