Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

“My Rainy Day‑Windshield Wiper Adventure”

Have you ever wondered about your car’s windshield wipers as they swipe back and forth across the windshield when it rains?

Have you ever listened to the sound and rhythm they keep? It goes like this… whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Oh my lord, I want to go to sleep. To stay awake, I make up other words: wake up, take up, got to make up. I know this may sound a bit silly, but it surely isn’t.

But during a bad rainstorm, hearing the woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh gets just a bit spooky. Especially when you can’t see out the window too well. So you speed it up a bit more — whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. That second speed doesn’t seem to help, but you just keep on going.

Then you get frustrated and put the wipers on high — really working them as fast as they can go. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Then suddenly the rain just stops. I couldn’t turn the wipers off… only to figure out the whoosher wiper broke.

Now it goes whoosh, scrap… whoosh, scrap, making a scraping sound that won’t quit. Scratching the window a bit each pass.

You drive it to a gas station asking for help. And find out the person there only knows how to wash windows, check oil, and pump gas. So you get some gas, check out the bathroom, and get back on the road with that whoosh, scrap sound all the way home. The whole time you’re thinking maybe the whoosher wiper will break down since you have fifty miles before you getying home.

Suddenly you’re in luck. Half a mile from home, the whoosher wiper finally breaks down. Peace at last.

What a day. Tomorrow, I’ll call a repair garage and ask if they fix “whoosh wipers,” or whatever they call that darn thing.