As I walk down the lonley driveway to the car, i feel the weight of the heavy sky bare down on me, dragging me down.
This journey is one i dont want to take but never the less i carry on and do it every five days a week.
The car rattles its way along the road; fog, rain and hail block my vision of what faces me ahead. But we keep going...
we drive past the lakes,
It's quite minimalist! Should I assume from the comma on the end that it didn't all paste? The sense of despair is good and the weather matches it fittingly. Be careful with your typos - i, in particular - and if there is more to it, I'd like to read it.
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