It comes, without a warning,
though it tells you it’s coming,

It takes you without a warning,
even though you know it’s coming,

Wash away the feeling, for it does exist,
Take away the feeling, for it may resist,

You may think that being washed away,
is the worst thing that could happen,

Let me tell you my unwashed self,
that something even worse could happen,

You could simply never be washed away,
yet you may long for that demise too,

For you may have already met your fate,
as being buried already is a demise too.

“Z buried below. Washed away good too?”

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It had rained a lot that day, and it was still sprinkling in different areas. The rain had not left the area, nor had the excitedness. Here it was: the car wiper water washer nozzle. Such a complicated name for something that that did one thing: provide water to the wiper blades so that the front windshield can be washed and cleaned. The car windshield wiper water nozzle felt energetic with the rain around it, so energetic that it was willing to work twice as hard during the rain also.

It was rusting slowly, rusting from within. The outer cover looked very interesting to others probably, or maybe boring, but the inside was slowly changing, rusting, losing energy slowly because of no relief. Who cleaned and helped the car nozzle rest other than water itself?

Being misused & given the blame

Sometimes the car nozzle knew that it was not used for washing, but for messing the car windshield more, for Bes would try to use the car nozzle which almost had no water onto a dirty windshield while driving. What would that do?

That would simply blur the window visibility more, giving a bad name to the car nozzle. But Bes knew it was the windshield and the wiper to blame, if there was to be any blame, and not the car nozzle. The car nozzle knew that on days when it helped provide the water perfectly but the wiper did not do its job, the car nozzle would get no credit. The car nozzle wanted no harm for the wiper or anyone else, but the car nozzle also missed recognition and affection.

Every time the car went to a Honda mechanic, the car nozzle would get nervous, paranoid and wonder as to whether or not it was going to be replaced. So far, it has not been replaced, and I think the nozzle is thankful for that.

Car wass, the rain and sunshine

The car nozzle would love going through the car wash. The car water nozzle did not enjoy the car wash itself. Instead, the feeling of taking a rest while something else did the work was very comforting to the car nozzle which got no reward for its work. It simply provided the means to clean the windshield again and again. In the end, it is rumored, the car owners usually replace the car nozzle and the wipers first, before they replace a dirty uncleanable windshield. Even if a car nozzle is not replaced, it just sits there, throwing water, energy, advice and fulfillment to the windshield and a putpose to live to the wiper also. Of course, during the rainy days, the wiper would sometimes forget the car nozzle and clean the windshield on its own, and on some other rainy days, the windshield wipers would remember the car nozzle and realize how without the continuous rain, the car nozzle had kept the wipers alive and running so far.

It is the summer now, and winter has shown its face recently. The rain is nowhere in sight, though a Shell station car wash engulfed the car with water and high-speed air recently. The car nozzle wishes for the rain. While I also wish for the rain, I have also started wishing for the sun to keep on shining for my friend.

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