Silver forks dance across the horizon, illuminating the blue-grey afternoon sky
Droplets pelt the near-invisible screen before me, blocking the road from view

I slow, fearing I might lose control in a fog so thick they call it rain

Roadsigns slide by
Practically invisible
Completely unreadable

Red eyes stare at me through the thicket
The beasts to which they are attached nothing more than dark shapes lumbering in obscurity

Soon the brambles relent, no longer tearing at the glass barrier separating us
Soft rays clamber through from above

I signal my intent and exit, leaving the dark forest of water behind
Praying that those wanderers still hidden within its depths find their path safely home