The Storm Downshifts Cappy Love Hanson

the storm downshifts roars up the side road of some rogue weather pattern huffs diesel-smoke-black clouds thunders its horn flashes its lightning headlights lead-foots it like a trucker two hours behind schedule scrapes its bash plates cutting the corner gusts right past the weigh station throws its torn-up manifests out the window in a hail of hail rolling cars trucks and buses into the ditch and laughing all the way to the state line