'SUNLIGHT AND RAIN' BY TOM WARNER

They drove in silence
and brightness of dawn.

They drove in the strobe
of dawn bright in trees.

They drove in brightness
through brightness

into a whale like a storm
like clouds humped black
at the motorway’s end.

They drove in silence
and brightness
and blackness
into a whale
into rain as fat as pennies

into the white noise of rain
as fat as pennies
into the static fuzz of rain
and brightness
where flyovers were gasps
in the white noise of rain as fat as pennies
gobfuls of air
grabbed in the grapple of drowning
in the white noise fuzz
of rain as fat as pennies.

They drove in silence
over miles of worn pelts and feather
flattened beneath a black anvil of cloud.
They drove in silence and rain

through silver pennies
and smudged pelts
into the gape of a whale

and a crushed wing
lifted in their windy wake

turn around
come back.

A poem I first came across in an A Level class if I remember rightly, and one that's stuck with me ever since. Something about it just clicked with me and it's a poem I can remember nearly in its entirety by heart (and I have a truly appalling memory.)

Sunlight and Rain by Tom Warner