Channelknight Fadran

There once was a Sharder named Connie
Who tried to be a foggy commie
But her vapors all missed
They dispersed into mist
And her storm clouds all caused some tsunamis

The flurry of frost and rain cycled
Until the dew and gas were stifled
The ground was left moist
Tap water was spoilt
And the brooks and the streams all looked frightful