Mixed Metaphor

When does a fog become a mist,

And a mist become a drizzle,

And a drizzle become a light rain,

And a light rain become a hard rain,

Which of course is gonna fall?

When does a hard rain

Turn into a hurricane?

Or then precipitations take on its other personalities

Of snow, ice, sleet, hail and slush?

All to return up to the clouds or seep into the ground.

And then rinse and repeat and rinse and repeat,

In a never ending spin cycle,

Necessary for the permanently pressed,

And interminably stressed.