The Darkness Is Blinding

As the white lines past rapidly on the street as I look out the window; all I see is the buildings smeared, as my ears whisper to me when the wind blow. Rain drops smudges on the glass while the window shields go back and forth; each signs passing confusingly printing east, west, south and north; The
clouds soaring dark and heavily over the roof while escorting
it's fears; as the trees stand tall moving like giant worms shaking out secrets and soaking up tears. The wind banging against the metal as it's eye's look right through mine, as its big body pass by like a dearth of darkness covering the ground; leaving behind its wrath, as the trash on the ground circle around each other and climbs on the walls of stores keeping the locks completely bound . Then when i look away from the window, I look forward and I notice I'm picturing this in my mind. Then I take a second look out the window noticing that the darkness of the storm has covered the window and notice that the darkness does blind.