This is the view out my car window and:

    This is a selfie with the rain.

   This is me after purchasing a nice warm woolly cap.  It’s serves two purposes 1. Keeps my head warm and dry and B. Hides the ridiculousness that is my hair now! 

So about that Yeats poem. Anyone who is familiar with him knows he wrote a famous poem called, The Lake Isle of Innisfree.

Here is the actual one:

 So here is my version:

Arise and go to Sligo Town Centre

Where streets are so narrow and parking isn’tfree (get it?)

A mobile phone is being sought there, for emergencies and such.

A parking space so hard to come by, once found across the river, must remember where my space is, or peace is not to be.

I walk a ways to find the store I passed so many times in my two door.  Easy is not to be and street signs blurred by rain.

I find the store and my mobile is within reach, pay as you go now and it isn’tfree.

Now back to my two door is my wish. While I stand on the roadway and pavements gray, I hear the screaming in my head; if I’d only paid more attention to my parking space, I would not be filled with such dread.

The map in my head is painted in watercolor and washed away in the rain. So I walk and I walk for what seems like ever, when peace is seen, her headlights all a glimmer. 

Peace comes dropping slowly as the rain spills down the windshield. Safe and warm in my two door.

The end. 
Well, there’s more but I will continue later!