hovering over the highway
gray clouds attempt to rain
in a swirl of condensation
they reach down toward earth.

i watch the gas gauge hover on empty
as the rain stays high
unable to bring relief
to a guzzling, thirsty world.

we make it home and i promise
not to drive this van for a week
just as everyone posts complaints
about the football game.

it is stuttered like the rain
unable to fall, unable to win,
so close to what we can see
but in our ignorance can’t reach.