They say that into every life a little rain must fall.

But to my mind,

on evenings like tonight,

someone else can have it all.

It's freezing and it's sleeting,

and the roads are like a bowling lane.

The wife's at work 'til ten,

and I worry about what will happen then.

They told us once upon a time

that soon we would have weather satellites

to change this and warn us about that.

They dreamed of terra-forming other planets,

with gasses and dirt and whatever the cow shat.

But tonight, I want it all and I want it now,

with those responsible for holding it back,

standing out in this weather in their briefs,

and How!