By Daniella Djiogan
On my front, little rain droplets fall on our windshield
It flows down like sorrowful tears
On my left, a man walks out of his car and slams the door
His face perpetuates a feeling of anguish
On my right, a car just pulls over and obstructs my view of a fire truck
Now we are behind the truck as it makes a left turn.
It’s not in any sort of hurry,
So we follow it as if we are without a destination.
Then we stop.
And I steal a glance at an American flag up ahead along with a Texas flag,
and I smile as we continue straight ahead under the light rain
With a purpose but seemingly without one.
Talking about our past, the people who trouble us, the people we love…
The sky is grayish…clear though. The air is clean
I see a big ‘Texas’ sign…and I think to myself “I Love This State.”