Heat

Thunder teases, promised downpour,
does as it pleases, laughs the more,
you hate the heat, it piles it on,
you feel just beat, all pleasure gone.

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‘Tis the voice of the whinger

 

Winter comes but once a year
Days of darkness soon to bring
Weather cold and storms so drear
Blessed respite brought by spring

But too soon it then gets hot
Summer days we’re bathed in sweat
Autumn’s next as like as not
Mists and storms to make us wet

Now it’s bloody winter come
Starts the cycle once again
Constant change, my brain’s gone numb
Each new season’s such a pain

forecast

Misty rain light as a feather
as mountain and cloud come together.
Hills hid or visible? Then clouds will be drizzle full!
And that’s how to forecast the weather.

Field in ‘Welsh mist’, Preseli Hills, Pembrokeshire, Wales