Towards Of Fish All Launch Through Wet

(From Yesterday Evening)
To say it is raining
Is putting it mildly,
In fact, it is draining
From sky really wildly …
The water’s so dense
There’s no room for sky there,
Through the window, I sense
A fish swimming by there! 

I had to go out for
Some books for a book launch,
Though I had much doubt, saw
I could still be that staunch:
Conveyance I needed
For this sort of weather —
A submarine speeded
Through it, hell for leather!

© November 2018 Colonialist