Prince of raindrops sounds so wet

I BELIEVE for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows. I believe that somewhere in the darkest night a candle glows. I believe for everyone who goes astray, someone will come, to show the way.

For I believe, I believe, I believe . . . that someone better hurry up to save Prince Harry from himself, before it’s too late.

this week the Californication of the Prince-in- exile continued. His latest speech, in which he urged us all to become raindrops, could have been written by a surfer dude on the back of a chia seed packet on his way to morning meditation.

He sounded like a gullible toddler who has been indoctrinated by a powerful boho mummy queen, which is essentially true. What was the Prince going on about this time? take a second look at his words.

‘somebody said to me at the beginning of the pandemic,’ began Harry, ‘it’s almost as though Mother Nature has sent us to our rooms for bad behaviour, to really take a moment and think about what we’ve done.’

Well I wonder who that somebody was? No prizes for guessing.

‘It’s certainly reminded me about how interconnected we all are, not just as people but through Nature. We take so much from her and we rarely give a lot back.’ Who is he talking about now? the Queen? ‘every single raindrop that falls from the sky relieves the parched ground. What if every one of us was a raindrop?’

What indeed? there would be a deluge, Harry, that’s what. We’d all drown. Drown in our own raindrops. Which keep falling on our head.

‘What if every single one of us cared? We do, because we have to, because at the end of the day nature is our life source.’

We do care. We care about you, Harry. because what you say doesn’t make sense. If Nature is our life source, where does that leave chia seeds? that’s what I want to know.