Whether Weather
March was the merriment of an English high summer as
April was being the wettest of the wet, as May could not
make its mind up how to be unique, so autumn in June
topped it by its rallying cry for rain as clouds scud by in the
sky's rush hour, then tree branches start several animated
arguments that lead them to clouting each other, over what
the rest of the year will bring to our perennial topic of
conversation
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