Daily Writing: Write About Rain

Raindrop keeps falling On my head.. But it isn't rain It's urine and some drunk guy mistook my tent for a portapotty It's so ing hot and humid and now my tent smells like hot piss What a ing night And those tenders I ate earlier I'm pretty sure they were bad My stomach is rippin and roaring That poor drunk bastard stumbled off and fell asleep round the corner If only he knew just how bad those tenders were He'd realize just the sort of liquid hell thats about to come raining down on him Let's see him sleep on this hot and humid night with his tent smelling like putrid