What’s Wrong With This Archetypal Diluvian Scene?

An Old Testament rain falls hard
on a newly resurfaced cul-de-sac road.
Mount Ararat, for its part, lies far off to the East.
I pray for the deluge to continue for another 149 days.
For another 5 months solid. Until such time
as the sweet chestnuts begin to leaf again.
Mayhap the good Lord will send me a pretty girl for company.
A pretty girl with hair the colour of goldfish,
and lips that smell of rose syrup and almond oil.
We could fall asleep next to each other
upon an unmade bed, with all our clothes still on,
and dream like Pharoahs as the water-levels
inch higher and higher and The Thames bursts open
its dirty banks and submerges London
like Atlantis before it
in a flurry of escaping oxygen bubbles.
Noah drank a lot of wine and lived to be 905 years old.
I don’t envy him that longevity at all. Not one bit.