Rags canvassing the obscured windshield-
Oh, how futile the effort.
Loud mumblings of people aloft;
My eyes I do for bright lights shield.
Stranded babes on the city's streets.
The fruits of our labor
Lacing the roads with water sheets.
Scared tourists regretting their five grand.
Literature students heading homeward;
Limping teacher there already, feet and
Body, mind relaxed. I lone to venture home, watching as she paddled her bus through the thick; all in nature's
Malicious, reckoned with awe.