This uncertain weather gets me down
The sunless sky is one dark frown
There’s wind and rain most days in town
What has gone wrong?
My wisteria tree has yet to bud
In central Brussels there’s a flood
My shoes are always caked in mud
Still - tourists throng.
Of our rich culture they’ve been told
So many sites are really old
Yet even Brussels is too cold
At end of May;
Whether tourist, businessman or friend
With hope in heart and cash to spend
Torrential rainfall in the end
Drives them away!
(c) Poet in the woods 2013