Raining

It's raining, there's water pouring down, so depressive I can't help but frown
If it were sunny I'd walk in the park
Talk to my friends at the Cutty Sark
Sit in the garden for most of the day
Pick some flowers in the usual way
Put on some shorts look up at the sun
See it glow, with my sunglasses on, what a great show but it's raining again, when will it end ?, I'd like to go and see my friends, its driving me around the bend, maybe soon it will be nice, my daughter could take her baby out in the pram, I'd playfully soak my grandson again, Oh but I forgot, damn!, I'm not allowed to do that, there's still that dreaded hose pipe ban.

Existence

Each and every man or woman a singular solitary cell burning energy
Feeding power to an unknown source
I am but a speck of ion within a vast mass, a nucleus that needs feeding with fuel toxically dangerous to each and everyone of us, yet kept within its shell by a beautiful crust known as Earth.
Green in splendour by a lush vegetation feeding on Carbon Dioxide with a wondrous conversion into a living gas for all mankind to inhale and continue on a living planet, one of thousands creating what is known to the human existence as space with its empty appearance yet probably teeming with life beyond any beings imagination.
Unknown quantity of people in one form or another each and everyone a living cell captive within their own planet, within their own galaxy, within their own universe all inside a spherical plaything with amazing swirls and colours lit by an everlasting battery from inside and held by the right hand of God.