The plight of the Editor

Words.
Words everywhere.
Not a single red line marks the fallacy,
Of mankind's sole form of communication.
Nowadays.
Green lines are shit.
If only computers could find
what the human mind
thought as they wrote.
Two consecutive unnecessary "had"s
and a stray "the" before an "is",
"the is".
As evident as rain on a stormy day,
Is it not?
But I dare you, go find rain
under the sea.
Tell me, when you feel cool pricks of drizzle,
As you swim
under water.
Now, a threat.
For the countless times
never-failed-to-correct,
the one-time failed,
counts -