C228 Shall We Go Home?

As the car moved slowly through the storm, the trees next to it swayed in the wind. I looked up at the blurry greyness of the sky, as if it were a black hole that had been punctured, as if it were impossible to see the end of it. In an instant, like an overturned bucket, the torrential rain hit the tender rose petals on the roadside, the gray rain twisted the bright red