Traveling through backroads
Heading to Lockhart
Dusty winter fields
Empty but alive
Power lines overhead
The sunny sky above
And in your head
And in the car as well
All is well
When the sky is clear
But a cloudy sky laments
The ghostly absence
And you are unsure
You believe in ghosts
Even though they haunt
The ones you love.
Suddenly the rain
Comes down
And the windshield is cloudy
And the sky turns gray
And the day
Seems over
The celebration abruptly ended
When the raven failed to fly
And I
Shut down the engines
Waiting for the storm to end
The rainfall slows
The drops grow soft
And slowly rewarm
The extinguished heart
The sky reopens
And joy floods the room
And the gloom
Falls away.
