I love the gentle murmuring
Of spring rain upon my roof.
If ever we doubted free irrigation,
Now and again comes a thirsty winter --
It seems there are not enough megawatts --
If we make it 'til July, I heard,
We may find ourselves selling power again --
One seems to remember fallout shelters --
The time when we all have generators
by D. Edgar Murray 06/03/2001.