Of Rainy Seasons Poem by Jonzo Bandwagoner

The dribbling sheets
Touch in noiseless triumph:
Trapped, we crowd
In the house's amber, artificial light,

Forced to eat oatmeal.
The porch provides adequate
Coverage-more than
Fair eyes can find to fetch-

I doubt whether I will
Catch cold without scarf-
The bed will suffice;
Ploughed air returns to lungs.

'I doubt whether
The house will remain
If the rain
Keeps up like this, '

The first line of my book
Reads. Well now! In bed
I laugh. On the second page,
I'll find out the hero eats

crumb cake coffee instead.