Rain

Unclad, that is: umbrellaless,
I walk out in the rain;
Of niggling inconvenience
I care not to complain.
Instead, I'd like to focus on
The dribble-drabble stain
That speckles every inch of earth,
That drizzles down each drain.
I like the wetness on my face:
It tends to entertain;
Distracting me from footsore woes,
It mitigates my pain.
The chief desire in a drought,
In torrent-times, the bane;
Our weather wishes vacillate--
We drive the gods insane!
This quest for pluperfection
In our lives be not in vain
As long as we can compromise
And bare our skins to rain.