It’s wet cos it’s raining and I’ve nothing to do
Staring out the window, with drizzle in view
Droplets drip in a constant stream
Darkening spirits but keeping the car clean
The pendulous clouds, heavy and black
Stifle plans and push excitement back
So today will just be a total washout
Turning to whispers all pre-empted shouts
Nothing outside, so I’ll retire
And warm my bones on electric fire
Not going out, so in I’ll stay
Turning Sunday into a duvet day
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