Prose Poem

It was midnight
Rain covered the windshield
Wipers were on high
I still couldn't see
It was like any other night
The rain gave me a sense of peace
Heavy sprinkles beaded off the windshield
Their intentions seemed innocent
Not wanting to blind me intentionally
I drive down the road
This is intertwining with istelf
Mossy filled trees engulfed it
They towered over the road
Pine needles dripping
They seemed so sad
Almost like they were crying 
But what reason did they have
To be so glum