Cold is the weather no one loves
Hail sprinkles diamonds on the lawn
Fragile bluebells look forlorn.
Water gushes down the hill
The drains are blocked, the waters spill
A gurgling stream flows past the kerb
This April's weather is absurd!
Flashes of sun make people bold
But café terraces are cold
Spring fashions taunt us – we don't care
Umbrellas blossom everywhere!
Fickle weather is a curse
I look outside – the rainstorm's worse
Doughty clouds obscure my view
It's depressing – what's to do?
OK - we must out-ride the storm
As this “iffy” weather is the norm
I glare with anger at the sky
But my bright red raincoat keeps me dry!
(c) Poet in the woods 2016
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