the road from hell…

the bright, strong, early sunlight of spring glistened off the fresh, dark, wetness of the road from a sky that was a haphazard patchwork of clouds, their undersides of deep grey contrasting with the light and airy golden white of the vaporous superstructures. the bare trees growing by the side of the windswept ridge had cast lighter dry shadows on the road as the rain had been arrested on it's earthwards course mere minutes earlier. the passing vehicles' tyres had begun the process of dragging the water from the waterlogged surface, drying the darker tarmacadam and darkening the dry smears emanating from the tree-lined verge and forming two parallel tracks. then, as the shadows lost their crisp edges and the light turned a diffuse grey, the rain relentlessly came on once more, not the brief dowsing that had characterised it's predecessor, but a full onslaught of heavy drops that even the trees could not hope to offer shelter from.