You’re feeling quite sprightly,
Cause the sun shines so brightly.
Then the sky looks unsightly.

And the clouds begin forming.
Then without any warning,
It starts pouring and storming.

A downpour that’s so huge,
It’s almost a deluge.
There’s no shelter, no refuge.

You proceed with teeth clenched,
And discomfort entrenched,
Getting more and more drenched.

It comes down in buckets.
You couldn’t be more wet.
Then it makes a quick exit.

Thus as quickly as it came,
Someone shuts off the rain,
But your wet clothes remain.

And the punchline to this joke,
When the sun comes out to poke,
Fun at the all the sad wet folk.