Grey Rain – Theme Friday

Grey.
Rain.
Wipers count out a one-two beat.
And the mist rises off the road like
some long-ago ghost that haunted my childhood dreams.

Brake lights—eerie red eyes flying
in wide shriek against gauzy air and formless shapes.

Caution.
Slow egress to the safety of home.

copyright 2011

Christine’s rainy day and Clancy’s puddles