Labored wipers edge the smooth curved
surface with vengeance
as the final reach snaps a forceful wet slapping,
shoving aside the enemy of night……water.
Headlights course heavily through the drops
as the beams stretch toward the next curve
like a child reaching for candy.
Creatures of night absorb the car, hovering over
as if waiting for the moment
to ingest at will the metal invader.
Bold black tires violently brush aside puddles,
forming turbulent waves that become an oily spray;
The puddle refills, waiting for the next challenge.