The rain descends in gray, relentless sheets,A damp, oppressive shroud on early summers streets.Like ancient horrors from the ocean floor,The humid moisture creeps past every door.A uniform and non-Euclidean sky,Blots out the sun and mocks our eye.The dread of dreich subverts the natural year,As green resplendence turns to a creeping fear.The slugs emerge, like spawn of Cthulhuβs mood,To claim the garden in an eldritch alien brood.The smell of ancient moss and rotting wood,Awakes an angst far too deeply understood.No Elder God could break the human mind,Like endless mizzle of the British kind.We sit trapped in our damp, historic towns,Watching the season endlessly, damply, drown.#UK #Weather #YesItIsRaining