Maris in the rain

The weather has been consistent, it's rained all day. I hadn't run Maris for a week, so I thought I'd better give her some attention. She refused to start. I could see why, she was in a big huff. I thought if I went to the shop, came back and said a little prayer, she might be persuaded to turn over. She did. I took her up a hill in the rain to squeals of protest. "It's for your own good, dear," I told her. Back at base, we chatted a bit while she idled. "Why do I have to park beside this horrid camper van?" she protested.. "It makes improper suggestions." I told her I'd speak to its owner.