Rain-X

Rain-X

Dark, stormy roads.

I bravely observe through my windshield

which I have learned to protect with

a magical coating

brought from that place of wisdom,

a coating to aid clear vision,

too slippery for rain to cling.

The rains have always come

soaking to my bones,

blinding tears to dampen

the dust,

some say making life possible.

But that only works out if

I can see my road clearly,

the streams and ponds delineated.

Too blinded by the storm, I could drown.

Clear, serene, alive with joy and pleasure,

I have learned the route to wisdom,

though not yet found the payment

to make it my home.

On that poorly paved and lonely road

I seem to always be traveling,

beset by sudden storms

or long-raging desperation,

I am glad to have my slippery potion,

it's gift of clarity of vision,

for these storms are so magnificently

beautiful.