It has been, and persists now in being
a soggy, soaky, sodden kind of day,
leaden and overcast. It's still peeing
down, all-drenching, in a sulky display

of torrential pique - the kind of downpour
bound to dilute one's enthusiasm
for aquatic sports. That's even before
we question why any organism

that's already eighty percent water
would opt to take on even more moisture
than it needs, let alone why it ought to.
You'd think it would take a thoughtless monster

to deprive any other of its share
so no, there's nothing worth getting wet for;
and what's more, it's freezing out there!
I'm warm and dry on this side of the door,

thanks, my creature comforts taken care of.
Plus, there's scant else to tempt me otherwise;
at least, precious little i'm aware of.
As long as dark storm clouds blanket the skies

I know where i'd go first...indoors, like you.
Let that rainfall slake the soil; its need is
so much greater than mine. So sad but true.
It's far more deserving than my greed is,

that's for sure, and i'm for one wise enough
not to tempt fate without ensuring first
where stuff's needed. Never call nature's bluff:
somebody, somewhere is dying of thirst.

Yes, it has been, and resists not being
that soggy, soaky, sullen kind of day.
Who knew? The Met Office ain't all-seeing.
Me? I'm happy enough to stay indoors and play

my music, read, cook: my lifestyle, my choice
to do as i like. And who else knows best,
when it comes to my own comfort, the joys
in life that make me feel the happiest?

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