Apres Moi, Le Deluge

Rain, rain, go away
Wind, wind, cease blowing my umbrella inside-out
Cold, cold, take your chill and shove it
Avian flu, Avian flu, seize the greedy OPEC leaders and gas price-gougers

Here's a hint, tri-staters: DO NOT go to IKEA on rainy weekend afternoons

Disclaimer: My poem sucks on purpose. I hate poetry.