Thunderstorm

There's a thunderstorm occurring in the yonder.
I can see the rain descending from its cloud.
As I look at this, it beckons me to ponder.
I emit a sigh and feel my ego bowed.

As the turmoil in the sky, off in the distance,
signals storminess far off; some other place,
it promotes, in me, with clockwork-type persistence,
an internal storm, I'm bound to, always, face!

We were driving into winds which were a-blowin'.
We'd been visiting my fam'ly all that day.
There were storm clouds up ahead; where we were goin'.
As I sped the precious time, with you, away.

But to get somewhere, I had an obligation.
...had to rush you home. No time could, hence, be spared!
And I spent the miles in cold acceleration
as I squandered all the warmth we could have shared.

If there was a destination so alluring,
I can't, now imagine were that spot could be.
...drove you swiftly home through pockets of down-pouring.
...missed the chance to just enjoy your company.

How I concentrated, so, upon my juggling;
keeping all the balls a-moving and aflight.
But before long, with this act I was a-strugg'ling.
...should've worn a helmet; had it strapped on tight!

All the many balls above me--what an airfull!
In a circle they continued, with no stop!
Now, I recognize, I should have been more careful
to make certain those most special did not drop.

When we get our chance, yet sorely, fail to guard it,
and are blind (we find) to what those moments meant,
all the subsequent regret--can't disregard it;
if those precious moments, prodig'ly were spent.

All the treasured time with you, I had been blessed with
and I hustled it to finish--in a dash!
Yes, my attitude was not one t'be impressed with.
...seems, I tossed the jewels and grabbed onto the trash.

How I sped you home through all that stormy weather
just adds insult to the wound that did amass.
Now, if e'er we took a trip--we two together,
I'd be happy if we just ran out of gas!