Rainy Day Recluse

Another rainy day they say, will follow on tomorrow. The fact I cannot bail the hay leaves me full of sorrow. It's so long since the sun shone. I feel like a recluse. Unless it changes by morn, my hay will be kaput. For now I sit in my comfy chair. The fire is brightly lit. My old LPs are on the player. From my poteen I take a sip. The music of days gone by. I hum along to the tunes. Every now and then I sigh, to think of my hay in ruins. 28/06/2017 For Broken Wing's contest as below: New, Dated, poem on the theme of .............1. Rainy  2.  Rapt  3.  Recluse  4.  Ruin Using any R form from the list of forms on this site. Title is theme word plus 2 words.