Hydroplane

Since childhood
I’d watch the rain droplets
race one another down the window
I’d watch droplets swallow one another in the 
race along the pane

Our car zoomed along the highway, the
speed and wind forcing 
Crashes among the droplets against one another
The clouds would be blotched against the sky, 
grey and white

From my car seat it would all only excite me
Which droplet will reach the bottom of the window pane first?
Which droplet will win the race?
But when rain becomes downpour
When grey skies turn red

When the wind stops whooshing and begins howling
When my car seat is gone
I wish the car would slow down
and sputter out
a dull hydroplane