Storm clouds gather 
Dark and low and menacing
Portending harsh weather soon
A silent mist of rain
Litters the windshield 
Tense knuckles
Grip the steering wheel tight
Following the curvy hills
Southeast to home
A sudden plunk on the glass
By a chunky water droplet
From an overgrown limb
Cracks the tension
Of the current mission
A sliver of sunlight
Pierces the angry sky 
Grip loosens
Almost home