The Drive Back Home

It was a quickly darkening sky. And I had to drive close to twenty kilometers to get back. It was just drizzling then and my first thought was that I'd wait it out. I did stay awhile in the house where I already was. But then a surge of something I have to identify went through my head and ordered me to drive back. It wasn't raining hard. How bad could it get?

Within ten minutes of my departure, it was pouring and I was doing 80 on a highway. I obviously couldn't drive any faster in the rainy weather but the rush was something like I've never felt before.

Hurtling forward at breakneck speed.
A cap on my head to shade my glasses.
The rain showering down hard.
Stinging my face, washing me all over.

My clothes wet, my shoes filled.
I zoom past, between cars, reckless.
A rush of adrenaline like never before.
Filled up inside, urging me on.

Thought to stop several times.
When I saw people cowering under trees.
“But I'm already wet; what's the point?”, thought I.
And drove on back home through the rain.

The biting cold hit me as I got closer.
My ears numb and my hands shaking.
A fierce urge of determination and raw power egged on.
As I drove through the city streets, all washed up.

As I reached the gates, ever closer.
A breath of fondness escaped me.
Drenched, cold, entering my warm abode.
And reliving the exhilarating drive back home.

'My clothes clinging to me.
My hands grasping handlebars fiercely.
My life hanging in the balance.
Fiercely concentrating on the road ahead.
Laying everything on the line.
For a titillation that would not last!'

PS. This is true. It happened today. And I had to write about it, no matter how inane it sounds.