With a jerk they started, and in a little were out on the broad Portsmouth road, while a thin, penetrating rain was powdering the windscreen.
"The Grell Mystery"
Frank Froest
I caught her laughing eyes in the windscreen, and straightway drank to them from an imaginary wine-glass.
"The Brother of Daphne"
Dornford Yates
Men, women and children ran for their lives to gain the pavements, as the lorries passed, a mud-spout covered Fanny's face and hands, and dripped from her windscreen.
"The Happy Foreigner"
Enid Bagnold