At The Very Edge Of The Storm

Behind me
In the rear-view mirror
I could see the sunset
And a rainbow shown in the side mirror

Above me
Lightly sprinkling rain
Splattered the roof of
The Volkswagen Beetle as I drove onward

Before me
Through the windshield
I could see the darkness
Of ugly storm cloud’s raging torrents

Next to me
Houses painted like a model
landscape, dotting the rolling hills
Where innocents sat safe inside on Sunday

And I was
Caught in between
Unable to choose between all of the beauty
At the very edge of the storm