The valley of the shallows

The rain gets in and runs down the ridges that the cold forms on my skin and it’s still raining now,

bewildered
bedraggled
looking like something
or definitely someone
frazzled,

freezing,
can’t get the keys out
to put the key in
(euphemism pending)

this is not never ending according
to the weatherman on radio 2,
but it seems like it.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.