Inspirational quatrain

And so another week is washed away by a downpour of depressing, dirty rain. Shakespeare never wrote a sonnet about it. But if he did, it might have looked like this:

Shall I compare thee to a Summers day?
Thou art drier, and not as fecking annoying
Rough winds do shake the windows while I play
And I can’t be bothered….

RC 9-7-16