419. RAIN

RAIN

(Not With Logic Disposed To Remedy)

We cut out the wet pajamas

in only the most obscure manner -

(when the men were making cars,

when the women were making ovens).

The morning sky had darkened, in what

was a most fitting manner, over the course

of a minute or two - from dark to light to

dark again; and then the torrential

downpour came. Everything reveled

while everything suffered too. Water,

water everywhere, and not a drop would

do. 'Well this is a fine kettle of fish

you've gotten me into' - sainted men

salubriously talk like this - 'I take my

hat off to you.' Someone ran by in a

hurry, to try and escape the rain.

(Which is something you can never do).