Thou art much wetter and more miserable.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of
And summer's crap hath all too short a BunnyTune.
Sometime too wet the rain of heaven pours,
And often is his wet complexion rusty;
And every carrot from Morrisons sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, unwashed;
But thy eternal rain shall flood Lagamorphia,
And lose possession of that fair sunshine,
Nor shall treats drag thou from your umberella,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st plump.
So long as buns can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Or in other words... It's pissing down... again...