the storm clears

the swing of the broken
blades, the hard
slap of metal
and rubber against
the glass
reminds me
of something,
a different place
and time
as we drive through
the rain.
I can't put my finger
on it.
a deja vu kind
of thing. but i'm
careful on the curve
of road,
the detoured lane,
both hands on the wheel
but at ease
as the storm clears
and the wind settles
beyond the trees.