While sitting there in the pouring rain 

For those who understand can feel the pain

Your hands and fingers are freezing and cold

Finding it hard with the rod and reel to hold

Waiting patiently for the line to start screaming

You find yourself in a daze and dreaming

You watch the end of your rod go tap tap tap. 

And listen to your reel go clack clack clack

Your rod doubles over again and again

The line peels off under the strain

After fifteen minuits of time has past 

Youve got that fish to the beach at last

You walk to the edgeto see your snapper 

You find a ray and just yell at the top of your voice OH CRAP