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Moaning, The Weather, Tea and Maybe Gin!

There’s an English addiction
That really is rife
To moan about everything
They encounter in life
They complain about this
They complain about that
They protest and they grumble
And they go tit for tat
Be it about their work or their children
Their house or their car
They take moaning to new levels
But the complaint that’s by far
The most idiosyncratic of all
Just has to be
When they moan about the weather
Be it wet or sunny
For in winter they witter
About the cold and the rain
Then in summer the sun
Gives them cause to complain
So like ‘em or love ‘em
To be English for sure
Is to be in a state of discontentment
Where only tea is the cure!
For tea is quite magic
As it makes all things right
When the English have done battle
And there’s no gin in sight!

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Rain

Once upon a long lost time
I used to puddle jump
With macintosh and rubber boots
Into the shallow pools
And splatter droplets, laugh and yelp
With giggles and with glee
As water swelled and burst its skin
To soak both you and me

I’d run and leap and land into
The rain-filled basins that
Amalgamated post the storm
And splish and splosh and splash
And fun was had, excitement seen
As small child ran into
The puddles on the pavements edge
From clouds and mist and dew

Yet now when torrents tumble down
From darkened skies above
And water gushes down the street
And gullies overflow
As pools of water fill to brim
From sharpened watery spears
That lash from heavens open wide
I try to hide my tears

And run against this weather’s tide
The damp and misery
Fighting against the drizzle and
The wetness that abounds
A battle twixt the will to stay
Inside the warm and dry
Less memories from childhood days
When rains fell from the sky

First Day Of Summer (with a twist)

It’s the first day of summer
The sun’s out in the sky
Behind the clouds and raindrops that
Are falling from on high
But though it might be countered
Suggesting summer is a wash
The upside is warm puddles
In which to jump, splash! splosh! 💦💦

A Lost Summer’s Dream

They said it was summer
No word of a lie
As the heavens opened up
And rain fell from the sky
In torrents; in downpours
Day after day
Fabulous for ducks
Or if Noah came to stay
But in truth it was horrid
Miserable and soggy
As hour after hour
It drizzled constantly
With no let-up; no blue skies
No bright clear sunshine
Whilst the forecasters promised
It would be dry and be fine
But their words washed away
Down the street in a stream
Of flood water drowning
A lost summer’s dream

What’s The Weather Doing?

Do you remember a time
Do you recall it all
When we’d look out the window
Or open the door
To ask ‘if the weather
Was cold or was hot
Or frosty, wet, windy”
Do you recollect that or not?

Yet now in a morning
From our beds every day
Under duvet ensconced
Not going out of your way
We tap into metcheck
Or an app of our choice
Save asking the question
Or using our voice

But oh what a surprise
We’d get if when we
Eventually rose to
Open curtains fully
To find the weather had vanished
Just got up and gone
With a note that read simply
Farewell and so long

As though it’d got in a huff
Blown itself right away
Saying muster your computers
To be the weather today
And choose what you want
Select sun if you please
For I’m weather and bored
And have gone to Berlize

I’ve got up and left you
Thought you’d manage just fine
With a climate you could program
In your own perfect time
For I’m done with the way
You’ve treated me recently
Manipulating my outcomes
Raising the levels of sea

And I’ve had it with warming
This planet of yours
At the expense of all else
From behind your closed doors
So as said I’ve departed
Will you miss me or not?
Will you even notice
If it gets real real hot?

Will you work out my value
Before it’s too late
When other species have died off
In this world you create
That is all about you
And not about us
As Civilisation advances
But the rest turns to dust.

So this is weather signing off
A swan song that lulls
In the depth of despair
As the climate is culled
Yet still we’ll tap into our phones
Asking by the way
“What is weather doing
Will it be sunny today”

Winter’s Kiss

Winter arrived
Littering the landscape
In a delicate dusting of desiccated coconut
That smooched innocently with nature
A lacklustre covering of snow
Yet still beautiful
Powdering the world in sifted icing
As she kissed the Earth
In a spectacle to behold

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After The Storm

Rain drops evaporate on distant horizon
Blue skies dispel darker clouds
And the smell of a wet earth percolates olfactory senses
With a dampness beneath the rainbowed arch
As moss flourishes, drips drop
The torrents turn to a trickle
And a new world emerges from the storm

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