Racing the Storm

The wind picks up as clouds roll in,
Blowing my hair around.
Seeing's harder when the wind whips
And the sky is dark with clouds.

I know I don't have time to spare,
Racing wind and clouds; 
Behind the wheel I push hard and fast
As I dare to beat it out.

The storm is coming, rising now-
I'm racing, racing rain,
And wind and unknown terrors:
Who will win this game?