A Rainy Day Camp-In

Ended is my week to make Satan smile The weather forecast calls for sun all day My camping gear sits in an unpacked pile As, of course, pouring rain has come this way I was headed outside to cleanse my soul By camping out under open blue skies Although my good plans may have come undone I will not change my goal This win the devil shall not realize As I will engage in rainy day fun I start a fire in my fireplace Spread the down sleeping bag across the floor With marshmallows and chocolates in place I devour some of my campout smores I digest my book on astronomy Learning the position of all the stars Getting prepared for the next night that clears Reading Ptolemy Find out exactly how to locate Mars Gain the intelligence to last for years Rain will not compound this week’s misery Beelzebub shall not have his will today I have learned from my long past history Not to let some rain get into my way My fingers will make love to the guitar Sitting right here on my living room floor Even though I may not be outside now I know what good times are As I throw on a couple of logs more And I still cleanse my tired soul somehow