Cracked windscreen. The drops from the clouds hit the car like an adulterer being stoned.
It is violent and unrelenting. This weather has a vendetta!
Visibility is low, the wipers are working like horses in a battle. Still I cannot see much of the road except for where the headlights hit. Moisture forms on the inside, I have no AC, I have to clear the windscreen with my hands.
The sound of the blowing wind and the battering is harsh! It's screaming at me to get off the road. Mixed with the urgency of the wipers, there is a din in this car. I am not alone in this metal box. Yet I am alone.
It's a dream, you know. This. You know it. You just know it's a storm but do not know when it started. You do not know where you're going or where you're coming from. You know but you don't know. You just focus on the road, at least the nearest of it you can see.
You are in a shadowy cloud of your world. You have not even thought to look behind or on the side. You have an unnerving tunnel vision right now. Nothing else matters. Just the shadows you're fleeing in the car.
Why are you running? What are you escaping?
It's a nightmare by the way, not just a dream. You know that thing when you have irrational fears for some reason being rational? You wish you could just reach wherever it is you're going. You wonder why the weather will not simply ease up on you. The shadows are growing yet not engulfing you. This weird place.
You know what I am talking about, don't you?
The windscreen continues to crack. It's getting colder. There's a chill in your spine. Something might just go wrong now.....a screech, a bang, a scream and
Dark world these imaginations. Cold world these uncertainties. Helplessness this underworld. You wait for the Light of Hope to break through. He will breakthrough. He has broken through.
English Standard Version (ESV)
14 for anything that becomes visible is light. Therefore it says,
“Awake, O sleeper,
and arise from the dead,
and Christ will shine on you.”