by Michael Shaeffer Wilson
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Rapidly spitting, spraying drops,
Battering my windshield ferociously;
Wipers on high barely clearing the plops,
Sqinting to see, visibility reduced hopelessly.
Trucks speed past, blinding with their spray,
I swerve a bit, curse and pray;
Not construction slowing me today,
Endless rain scrambling rush hour fray.
Lightning flashes, thunder rumbles,
Brief letup gives way to renewed burst;
Car hood and roof severely pummeled,
Mother Nature trying to do her worst.
Finally find my exit through haze and maze,
Little miracle engine purring onward,
I come to a stop sign in a daze,
Continue towards home and dry warmth.
Looking forward to recliner lazing,
Whilst outside raindrops continue to swarm.
(c) MSW 2003