Wordplay

Just because it's Monday.

There is laughter in slaughter, but there ought to be naught.

When rain is naught there is a drought, the thirst from which can be quenched by a draught.

Enough is enough, especially when it's a cough that comes with a cold caught by sitting in a draught.

When the wind soughs the boughs wave gently.

He bends before her in a deep bow before sloughing his coat and bending his bow to take aim at a bough on a tree that stands in a distant slough.

A daughter's laughter softens even a rough, tough crofter.