Reflection Before Prediction

We're only an hour in and already there's thunder clouds
up ahead.
Thick, black, sprawled. I can't believe what I forget. But
somehow
I still manage. You're leaving is killing me. And this
isn't gonna be
no light rain. It's a rain that turns five hours into ten.
It's a rain
that turns the day into night too early. I know you're going
to worry
about me and think I'm lost but I'm here. It's been too many
days already
and it has only been fifteen. This life is a rack of lonesome
and just
when you think it's over you find another heart to drive you
places
you never been. Although really this is dramatic. I'll be there
before one thirty.