driving into the storm

maybe it was the heavy air electricity of the night--
quick sudden bursts of lightning
the beauty like purple cracks revealing an imperfect sky
rain beating steady against windows
drumming the path all the way to the front door:
reminding me that every road doesn't lead home:
making me realize that the mistake doesn't always have to turn out to be me--
that filled me up with a desire to say the words i knew i felt and couldn't