There’s nothing quite like

A hole in the roof
And a storm
To show you your place.
All you can do
Is huddle under the eaves,
Watching every sideways blow
And flash of light
And hearing every echoing crash,
And pray the water isn’t leaking in.
It surely is,
but it’s not your place to stop the water. 
It’s your place to watch,
And worry,
And mop up after.