The gorilla is late.
Everything is late.
Even the rain is late...in stopping.

Hopefully that message of import does not have an expiration date.

You might notice the pigs from before walk past your lean-to, holding high on a plump purple pillow the banana with the yodeling snail.
They soon disappear, the rain drowning out the snail's singing.

The barrage of bakery produce continues, storming into a series of baguettes that rattle across your candy cane lean-to.
When the wind picks up and heads sideways, you have to be careful to not get knocked out cold by the hard-packed bread passing under the lean-to's roof.
Eventually, however, the rain eases into a soft shower of rainbow sprinkles.