The slapping of the wipers
On their fastest setting could
Not clear the torrential rain
Blasting the windscreen and the
Blinding glare of headlights
Caused me to lean forward to
Try and see where the road was,
Even when the on coming
Traffic had passed and I could
Put the headlights on main beam
It was next to impossible to see
The way ahead; We had left it late
To head home as we always do
Because we enjoy it down there
So much, it´s funny to think that
When we made this journey less
Than three weeks ago it was dark
The windows were down and it was
Twenty four degrees but tonight
I will not be driving with my
Elbow resting out of the window.