Which do I prefer Mountains or the beach, I prefer tho beach and the sea. But when the sea is inland, I’m not so fond. Last Friday and Saturday here in the UK it rained and it rained. I was inspired to write the following based on Bob Dylan’s “Everything Is Broken”

Rainy Day Blues.

Sodden streets, sodden roads, everywhere covered in frogs and toads, sodden roofs, sodden logs ,everywhere the smell of sodden dogs, sodden shoes, brollies broken, everything is sodden.

Sodden clothes, sodden hair, sodden right through to your underwear, sodden carpets, sodden beds, gets in ones ears and fills ones heads, woodwork soaked and going rotten, everything is sodden.

Sodden  busses, sodden trains, all this wet causing aches and pains, sodden lorries sodden trucks, can’t get about for sodden ducks. Sodden carpets and seats in cars, even water in ladies bras.

Sodden moss in pipes and gutters, My chimney so wet my fire it sputters, sodden ant hills full of sodden ants, I’m wet though to my under pants. sodden clouds throwing down sodding rain, if it doesn’t stop soon I’ll go Insane.

Sodden chips and sodden pies, runs off your forehead into your eyes. Got webbed feet, and growing gills, water rising above my window sills, dry land almost now forgotten, everything is sodden.

Sodden vests and camisoles, feet so wet I’ve got gammy soles. Sodden hedgehogs, sodden bats, must go now wring out the cat, climate change and all that’s modern, and everything is sodden.

All words sodden Meadowhead Bard.