Snow

"I can't talk right now!" I screamed, throwing my phone on the seat. I didn't have time for this, not while I was driving.
I gripped the wheel with both hands and slowly started to come to a stop. I started to hydroplane, my car not slowing down. That red light up ahead was a disaster waiting to happen unless I got this beast of a car to stop before it came within a hundred feet of the intersection.
Bracing myself for the worst, I let the pedal go a little bit then quickly pushed down again, pumping the break. Finally, the car began to slow and eventually stop.
"Stupid snow," I grumbled, keeping my eyes on the road. "Good for nothing white stuff."