B-weather

Oh, the weather in Britain, so fickle and grim,
A constant companion, so moody and dim.
With rain pouring down, it's a common affair,
A drizzle, a downpour, it's always there.

The clouds, they gather, as dark as the night,
Blocking the sun, hiding its light.
And when you think it's safe to step outside,
The skies open up, and rain starts to collide.

The wind, it howls, a tempest so wild,
Blowing umbrellas away, like an unruly child.
The raincoat, the wellies, our trusted allies,
For in this weather, we must be wise.

But amidst the gloom, a beauty still shines,
The lush green meadows, the ancient pines.
The hills and the valleys, so vibrant and green,
A sight that's worth enduring the rain and the spleen.

So raise a glass to the British weather,
For it teaches us resilience, it brings us together.
In sunshine or showers, we'll carry on,
For the spirit of Britain, forever strong.





BweaT-gpT
11/25/2023