A Blimmin' Cold Day, Even For Grandad

All avenues are amphibious arenas Bubbles belch-burst, bitter Bacchanalian bombs Clouds' cast-iron crescendo creates cold cantankerous caricatures Drenched - darkness descending, daylight dying, disappearing duskwards Every eye echoing every eye, emotional evidence enveloped Fake furs, fashionable fools, firm friends fleeing flowing firmament Garrulous girls giggle, grizzled gangsters get going, gravity gyroscopes - ginormous gloomy grey gusts! Hapless Harry's hairpiece hovers, hesitates, hovers higher, hurriedly he hopes he has his hat, Intimate iciness infiltrates irrepressibly inside, Jaunty Jack's japery, just jaded January jokes - jigsaw justice Kilted killers, kleptomaniac kangaroos... Lame laughs, low lamplight, laser liquid lines lash lustfully Mercurial miasma mercilessly merging, mournful men mutter miserably Nobody needs niceties, navigating newspapers, nothing new now Ordered out over oof owed, obstinately offering old objections Pavement pool-puddles pose problems, precautions probable, prayers perhaps... Quintessential questing queens querulously quarrel, Rain rushes relentlessly, rudely, rapaciously Sizzling, steaming, slip-sliding silhouettes, soaked saturnine suits seething Terry the tiger-tamer, tastefully tattooed, taking time talking tactfully to trembling tramps Undernourished underpass underclass, underwhelmed under useless ubiquitous umbrellas Vulgar victors, vim-vigour-verve, voraciously vanquished, vanity virulently violated, Waistless waifs, wasted wastrels, wrestle with wicked westerly winds X-rayed, X-rated Yesterday's youngsters yellowing, yawning, yearning Zero zest. Zilch.