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
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