Prompt: Describe a Landscape (300 words or less)

Picture it like this: I am driving a car on a narrow and lonely mountain road. A narrow and lonely mountain road that winds like ribbon. I am above the tree line. It doesn’t matter what kind of car I am driving, but it definitely is not a new car. It’s an old car, a shit-can of a car. The sky grows dark, but not because it’s nearing night. It’s sometime between two and three in the afternoon. The sky grows dark because storm clouds are gathering, and it gets darker still. A drop of rain splats on the hood of my shit-can car. And then another drop of rain splats and then another and then more. I turn on the windshield wipers, but nothing happens. I turn the windshield wipers off and then on again, but still nothing happens. The windshield wipers don’t work. The windshield wipers are broken. The rain is no longer falling in drops. The rain is falling in puddles that splash against the car windows as if pails of water were being emptied from above. There is no place to pull over. I can’t see the road. I put the car in park, and turn off the ignition. I sit there and watch the rain wash over the windows. I watch the landscape, a world, without definition, and I listen to the rain drumming on the roof of the car.

People who are not easy to like, they have feelings just like nice people do.