I originally wrote this a few years ago as an email to describe the joys of my day at work and was accused of poetry. I’m not sure, but thought I’d give it an airing anyway:

It rained on me.
It rained on the bin out the back.
The bin out the back rained on me when I was putting a book into it :(
I have a wet shirt.
It’s cold.
So is my coffee.