Under such heavy rain pouring down,
The road becomes treacherously slick,
Take heed, my friend, do not frown,
You chose not to listen, now in a fix.
In the eyes of the crowd, you did slip,
Covered in mud, your face obscured,
Your attire, once pristine, took a hit,
No spare clothes, your situation's absurd.
But worry not, we'll find a way,
To cleanse your troubles, bring a new start,
After the storm, a brighter day,
In your only good outfit, we'll mend your heart.
