It’s raining like god’s first piss of the day.

Stop. Start. Stop. Start.

Heavy now and fading quick,

Come back stronger, now a drip,

Gloom-laden greys masking blue

Everything smells old and new,

Fresh and dead at once,

Now lost.

The heaviness remains,

A lighter, sulking grey,

Still, damp and close.

If I’m to get sleep,

God better take another leak.