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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Why we're married to the Weather The British Summer ebbs and flows, and with it moans of wrath and woe They wait for months to see sun, they speculate will it come It arrives… and within a week, they speak of burnt alive It lasts for days or maybe weeks, the heatwave cooks, they act like freaks! Too hot to work - life shuts down, or walk? They put their foot down Does talk cease… no, we’d be so lucky for five minutes peace The air conditioning breaks down, the shops sell out of hand-held fans The ice cream prices triple, my favourite raspberry ripple Then rain comes… and all you hear, can't we have a bit of sun? The rain is fine, hardly monsoon, the fine stuff that still wets you through The brolly blown and battered breaks, the drains are blocked, the mud is caked The garden… I've a watering can, still a hosepipe ban The leaves turn gold and gently fall, the clocks go back the darkness calls The autumn colour palette, Nature's cue to hibernate But travel… plans are stopped, because the leaves the lines have blocked The winter brings it's usual tasks; road closures, drifts and icy blasts The children play in snow storms, the snowmen built in quick form And nature… stirs a surprising crop, the wakened snowdrop The April showers, the Mayday flowers, the country fayres washed out for hours We British moan every twist, but yet we cannot resist Like a spouse… we whinge and grouse, not a change would we arouse
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