I sat the sky on the naughty step

and asked it why it was crying.

But it just sat there shivering and dripping

on the carpet.

Then with a start it took its head out from among its clouds:

“I’m  cold”, it said.

So I thought about the story of the sky and the rain

and anthropomorphising it a little more 

but it was cold and I could not see the point

or the wallpaper through the mist.