Six clouds banked up in the sky today,
And sent down a dreary shower.
The suddenness of the storm caused several leaks,
Eventually blocked with tissues and shuddering, deep breaths.
Why oxygen should be the cure for all evils is beyond me, but it seems you made it so.
It also helped to moan my sorrows into a distant but friendly ear,
Rather like you but... Well, the delightful tangibility of a two-way conversation is always comforting, and as we all know, you do answer back, but in a very abnormal way!
That must be part of why you gave us the power of speech,
So we can speak six words of comfort to each other,
And banish six storm clouds.