What can appear lovely,
So very wintry,
Is not at all kind,
To my car’s windshield.
Been really lucky,
So far, it\'s clear.
Not too stormy,
The Northeast this year.
Don’t get me wrong,
Not great, I know.
Still certain that,
A chance of snow.
The icy white stuff,
Stuck on the trees,
The wires, too,
Unpleasant tease.
It doesn’t matter,
If there’s wind.
Pummels my windshield,
There’s just no end.
Driving slow,
Or, driving fast.
It’s doesn’t help.
Pain in the glass!
I’ve got insurance,
A hefty price.
Might raise my rates,
That’s just not nice.
Now, here it comes,
Big whitish blob.
Hits my windshield,
I’m going to sob.
Windows closed,
No snow comes in.
Oh, that crash!
Jump out of skin.
Pull off the road,
Damage, check out.
I see a scratch,
I start of pout.
Get back inside.
Drive on to work.
Oh well, bright side,
Not rocks and dirt.