Rain and Red Wine

Rain and Red Wine

Wasabi can, and does, make me cry
I cry for the passion
and for the enthusiasm
with which it reams
my sinuses with lava

Raindrops too, make my eyes fill with tears
I shiver with the shock
and the wind and the lightning
as I get soaked
to the skin in the rain

Merlot, and shiraz, roll from a bottle
they half fill a tumbler
and swirl as red ink
within my etched glass
making my tummy fatter

Whisky from Scotland, or Ireland, or Kiwiland
began life in a barley field
fifteen years before
under the sun
when I had more sense

This world has passion, pain, and spice
so why do we need to add
condiments and dressings
our ketchup and pepper
when the rain is so nice on it's own?