Pothole

The Pothole The road was slippery and hazardous, Torrential rainfall flooded the narrow streets, trying to avoid holes, I traverse, My cherry red Honda overheats. Thump! Weird sound beneath my car. Whoa! I plunged into a dreaded pothole, A tire I blew, and I don’t have a spare. Thank God. It is not a massive sinkhole. Gushing rain and the howling wind, I yelled for help from some kind individual, Despite the worried look from a swirling mind, My rescue was nothing less than a miracle.