Deer in the headlights

Driving home from my friends place
Time just before midnight
Pitch black

A maelstrom of events it seems
No doubt a harbinger of dreams
A angry feel about it all
There’s fire in them there clouds
I hear it call
August supposedly
high summer
It appears to me but violent
Precipitation wow
Someone out there tell me how
I just drive home before midnight
And saw a Deer in my headlight
A prettier face I couldn’t see
Than that that I just saw remarkably