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Seasonal weather

THE WEATHER THAT PUT THE “SEAS” INTO “SEASONAL”

The year has turned and once again
Our weather changes – Wind and Rain!
But wait, it hasn’t changed at all ,
A blink of sunshine, then a squall!
And just when we can take no more,
The rain-dance kelpies splash ; ENCORE!

This island’s weather gets me down.
Makes dismal, dreary, winter towns
The soil is sodden, nothing grows,
Apart from mould on dampish clothes.
TV shows farms which once were nice
But useless now except for rice.

The fearsome waves crash onto shore
Reach places never hit before.
As high tide slackens, storm has won,
Wrecked railway lines, their ballast gone
Are swinging, in torrential rain.
(guess this year’s holiday; back to Spain.)

The weatherman’s not one of us
Each evening, never makes a fuss,
He tells of storms and warns of floods.
Of farmers’ fields all turned to mud
Then smiles at camera, heads off home
I bet that creep lives on his own.

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Comments

I love it. enuff said...

Alid

god knows where it all comes from . I suppose we could try to get rid of it as a mixer with a single malt mm..

Ian

TIME FLIES LIKE AN ARROW, BUT FRUIT FLIES LIKE A BANANA

author comment

I have been watching the news and they are reporting on the rain and flooding over there I hope your as high and dry as you can be my friend, I think this is a cracker poem wish I could rate it :)

nothing needs to be added or changed in my humble opinion brilliant

much love big hugs JC xxx

("Always and Forever") - (Never lose a holy curiosity.-Albert Einstein)

what can you do? as Homer said (Simpson). Thanks for the kind thoughts , JC xx

Love

Ian

TIME FLIES LIKE AN ARROW, BUT FRUIT FLIES LIKE A BANANA

author comment

A wee bit rain never hurt anybody, unless yea got drookit. But your poem cheered me up no end. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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