August
August's inclement weather, with sunshine and rain.
Umbrellas go up and down, again and again.
Gusts of winds, turning those brollies inside to out.
Upwards they go spinning, tumbling round and about,
Soon showers start soaking folk, right through to the skin.
Time for a tonic, with a full measure of gin.
Copyright © George Seal | Year Posted 2023
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