Descriptive Essay About A Car

On this specific day, that would describe me thoroughly. The rain falls hard on me as I sprint through the mud to my mom’s car. She parks far enough away that I’m easily soaked by the time I reach her car. Wearing the same clothes I wore last night, I step into the mid-size vehicle. I’m coming from my dad’s, where I refrain from changing until I get home and into the shower. My mom, as sarcastic as she is, makes light of the situation, “Oh, hey how was your swim? Little wet, huh?” I laugh and shove her playfully as I buckle my seatbelt and gesture for her to go.
We drive smoothly along the long winding road that leads home as my mom continues to talk about irrelevant people at her work and I listen intently, not wanting to miss the opportunity to agree or disagree with anything she says. The road itself is wet and shining in the headlights of other cars as we drive, my gaze taking in my damp surroundings. When we finally reach Pondtown, the clock ticks to 10:45. Mom is still talking about some insignificant lady when we reach the overpass that leads to 301. The rain is pounding on the roof of the car and the windshield wipers seem like they could fly off the windshield at any moment due to the velocity. Nevertheless, my mom drives over the speed limit as she talks animatedly, moving one hand wildly. As soon as we drive under the overpass, I stop her. The silence overcoming my senses. Then it came again.
The rain battered the windshield as we drove when suddenly the