English Weather

English Weather



The rain drizzles down on another bare winter’s landscape;

Whatever happened to all the snow?

Our winter nights are the same as any other day;

No white Christmas, since before I know.

The seasons they are a changing, 

But the English weather rarely does.

Constant rain throughout the year, no room for snow or sun.



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Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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