Wicked Wild Weather

That wuthering wind whips up once more Atlantic gale brings rain galore Darkest grey now hanging low A sense of threat begins to grow The rain speeds up to strike side-on With cold and wet, morale is gone Then seconds on, a different scene Springtime it seems is to be seen Flocks of white cloud are stacking high Against background of bright blue sky Must make the best of this before That wuthering wind whips up once more