Driving through cloud towards Capel-y-ffin

I am driving
into the
mist and
sky

with the windows
open. I
am touched,
drenched,

wet with beauty,
dripping song.
The air
hangs,

deep and alive
with rain. My
tiny
voice

throws itself to
the day and
the road
climbs.

This small, perfect
moment lacks
only
you.