As I sit here and contemplate, a cup of chai in hand,
My heart sings and appreciates the weather of this land.
Below eye level flooded but when you look up there's mist,
The breeze might make me leave my room - yes! This hardened librocubicularist!
The dust and sweat of that last week have all been washed away,
Rejoice! Enjoy this brief respite! Enjoy these clouds of grey!
