Rain, Rain, Rain (poem)

The Monsoons are here
Not a dry spot on our gear
Ponchos so thin and wet
Keeps us awake to fret

The coolness of the night
Makes you shiver a might
Temperature really drops
The rains soak the rice crops

It rains so hard and for so long
Don't see much of the Viet Cong
Thank God for the Monsoons
Finally here and none too soon

No beating the bush in the heat
Glad to be down and off our feet
No fighting, dying, or in pain
Bring it on...rain, rain, rain.

—Paul Cameron