methinks I've made a dire mistake today
when I awoke, the sky's intent was pure
so my umbrella sleeps the storm away
and I'm a wet and sorry mess for SURE

while yet as I, in drops of heaven, soak
naught but the chill of hell inspires my bones
to QUAKE under the onslaught of damp smoke
I'm too verklempt to rhyme this verse, goodnight