Under such heavy rain pouring down,

The road becomes treacherously slick,

Take heed, my friend, do not frown,

You chose not to listen, now in a fix.

In the eyes of the crowd, you did slip,

Covered in mud, your face obscured,

Your attire, once pristine, took a hit,

No spare clothes, your situation's absurd.

But worry not, we'll find a way,

To cleanse your troubles, bring a new start,

After the storm, a brighter day,

In your only good outfit, we'll mend your heart.