Summer’s here at last, and the weathers vile, of course
The rain lashes down, blanketing clouds loom over grey hills,
Mid July, mid summer, middle England and perforce
We’ve not seen the sun for weeks, and glumness fills
Our hearts.
Those with the cash take planes to Spain and Greece,
Pack suitcases with bikinis, flip flops and sun cream,
Happy to grab one or two weeks surcease
From the dismal skies - they lie back and dream
of permanent sunshine.
Those condemned to stay on these rotten shores,
Watch the horizon for signs of a break in the clouds,
Window shop barbies and patio heaters, become bores,
About weather forecasting, while the watery mist still shrouds
The sun.
The summer days when they come – bright and clear
Blue and yellow, and surprisingly hot, are welcomed by pale skin
Released from its jeans and cardies; clad in shorts and sheer
Floral blouses, only lightly slicked with factor 5, a thin
Barrier, easily breeched .
Monday morning, offices the length of the land
Are full of pink and shining faces, sore necks and the smell
Of calomine lotion freshly applied, but life’s suddenly grand.
Until the clouds gather yet again, thicken and swell
With rain.
by Punch 21.07.2008
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