God was sexually aroused, thus
The sky gushed uncontrollably,
And the drought broke.
It was all very un-English,
Like climate change and garlic.
It caught me out,
So, I sheltered in a grey plastic shed,
Which matched the sky.
There I ate an orange,
Whilst visited by a lone robin
And many frogs
Dancing in the deluge.
When that slackened
I went out and pulverized one slug
On the concrete garden path,
Picked spinach and tomatoes for my supper,
Then got back to dry under tiles.
I had been praying for water for weeks,
Now, I am hoping that my roof doesn’t leak.
You can have too much of a good thing,
Some say,
I disbelieve,
Rain brings relief.
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