I sat here all winter,
Watching the rain,
Wondering whether,
I'd sail again.

The rain it fell,
All winter long.
I got so tired,
Of it's rhythmic song.

It found the holes,
And each little crack.
The mildew it grew,
The boat it turned black.

And then last weekend,
The wind finally blew.
But wouldn't you know,
I had the flu.