Writing poetry on a rain soaked morning

If you are writing poetry on a
Rain soked morning -
You are aware of the exigencies
Of a soggy weather

Unfortunately to your surprise,
here and there pools of muddy
water vanishes into thin air,
like in the Middle East

Leaving salt, but
No dead seas, and the
Municipal workers warn
Of a Diarrhoea outbreak.

If you are not careful, on
this lonely morning- you
Might fall in love with the
First person you start talking with

(Unless she's a trophy wife, your
Affairs aside, you hate that type)

And end up fighting your whole lives
On who goes first in case of a
Diarrhoea outbreak. 

(Or together?)