Rumbles, loud as thunder, fill the open air as the car pushes forward along a long and empty road.
Our headlights are only outshone by the moon looming over us and the stars strewn across the sky.
To the right, across an empty field, I see lightning just above the tree line lighting up the bottoms of the clouds that the moon can not touch.
The hot, thick air sticks to my face and neck and falls heavy in my lungs.
My hair whips in the wind, covering my eyes so that I can only see in flashes.
But I can feel it; summer’s rage is ending.
~l m d