After 4 Straight Days of Rain...

So what's your status, Nimbostratus? Are you here to stay, like old Aunt Gladys? - To rain and rain until we're glad it's Not for you to own the day, But eventually must fade away Before the steady strugglings of the sun Which must break through once they've begun To tear apart your greyish gloom And give the sunlight proper room To push along those friendly, fluffy clouds Through blue skies where you're not allowed. So go thy way, ignoble cloud! Carry off that misty shroud Below which you have so confined us, And let us put thy wet behind us And revel in the newborn sun, It's warmth welcome to everyone. You overstay your station here Far beyond what would appear A decent spate of soft rainfall; Your prescence doth begin to pall When you hover close from day to day. All caught beneath wish you away, And confer on you non-gratis status, O aggravating nimbostratus!