The Celts are used to it! (IP)

When you’re used to the wet,
you don’t tend to let
it stop you much,
just put on your mack,
and wellies, and pack
your things in a plastic bag, or sack,
or wait a while, until it’s slack,
or even stops, with a watery sun –
then out to work, or to walk for fun!

But when it’s been dry for so long,
it grates, and rubs against the grain
to venture out in thick drizzle or rain,
– moan, and whine, give up, complain?
where once we would struggle,
and jobs try to juggle,
and grit our teeth, not bleat,
with soaking socks and feet,
keep active til we’re warm and dry
(forgotten why
we should bother to buy
umbrellas and boots?).
So hard to believe
we need to receive
such drenching precipitation
in continuation …
but,
as soon as it ends (and it will!),
though windy and grey
we won’t ever say
a grumble, complaining,
we’ll just be so glad it’s not raining!