As the hazy light filtered through the trees I could feel the rain in my knees.

It was going to rain, for sure!

It was going to rain, I must moor!

My knees predict the forecast, they can feel the change.

Like a radar, nothing is out of the range.

So, here I am in my boat, like a feather I float.

Hazy light filters through the trees.

It’s just me, myself and my knees.

Someone pass me the Voltaren, please!