Soaked

Lashing down, round hard droplets
Searing, biting cold
Streak from the skies
Into half closed eyes
And soak me head to toe

Beating down, icy pebbles
Bludgeoning my brow
Each step is done
To the sound of drums
On the roadside and my forehead

My clothes have become an ocean
My filled boots become a sea
This weather is
Starting to take the piss
Its reaching biblical proportions

When rivers burst their banks
When roads get closed
Wreckage is strewn
From this northern monsoon
I can only think one thing…

Summer in Scotland Sucks!

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