Bomb Cyclone

Astounding weather, but it’s not as bad
as news reports present, for most of us.
The fact is even too much rain’s a glad
event. We’ve been sore-dry for years, and thus
we’ll weather weather. Ants can’t drive me mad;
while reservoirs recover I won’t fuss.
The leak under my door, the moisture spied
at base of brick, I’ll calmly take in stride.

(Ottava Rima)

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