It Depends Whether

I thought it was too good to last
The blazing sunshine of July
But miracles do come to pass
As August too was warm and dry!

In shorts and sandals, smiles in place
Jackets quite forgot at home
Brussels commuters slowed their pace
But being Belgian had to moan.

They complained about the torrid heat
How their gardens wilted in the sun
How life was hard with swollen feet
No energy to get things done.

But now that autumn brings the rain
And sombre evenings lie ahead
Umbrellas all come out again;
They whinge about the chill instead!

(c) Poet in the woods 2013