How's the Weather?

Our winter is making a slow and bouncy start. We had some snow ... it melted. We had some rain ... it turned to ice. The days have been rather bleak with that annoying half light that makes the entire day seem like it's perpetually 4:00 p.m. Dark. Dreary. And on that happy note, I thought you might enjoy this poem written by someone who was obviously fed up with the weather. I found it in my Dad's desk and wrote it out. I remember my Dad reciting this poem verbatim for many years in his best Yorkshire accent, so it was a rather nostalgic find. When I read it to Dad I could see his lips remembered the words, but not his mind. He did remember the final line, however, which was oft quoted around our house on a drizzly day.

Judging by the descriptions of the weather, I'm pretty sure this was written by a Brit. Here in Canada we only have two weather variances ... freezing cold for eight months, and sweltering hot for four.

Just for the record, this is last year's snow.

April brings the sweet spring showers

On and on for hours and hours.

Austere and kindly May

Frost by night and hail by day.

June just rains and never stops

Thirsty days that spoil the crops.

In July the sun is hot

Is it shining? No, it's not.

August, cold and dank and wet,

Brings more rain than any yet.

Bleak September's mist and mud

Is enough to chill the blood.

Then October adds a gale,

Wind and slush and rain and hail.

Dark November brings the fog,

Should not do it to a dog.

Bleak December with wintry wind

Would though wert not so unkind.

January brings the snow

Makes your feet and fingers glow.

February's ice and sleet

Freeze the toes right off your feet.

Freezing, wet, blustery March, 

                                        then ...

Bloody April again!

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Hope you enjoyed it :)

Wendy