‘They’ said this Summer would be warm, in fact it could be hot
but ‘they’ neglected to advise when Summer would commence
Between the raindrops we have managed to attack the weeds
and pull up all the mushrooms from the lawn and round the fence
The evenings that we should be spending chatting on the deck
are spent inside to keep us from the rain a slanting down
Turn on the TV settle down, it’s like a Winters eve
but Summer re-runs do not please, in fact create a frown
This closing year of 99 is turning out to be
the wettest year since records started here out in the west
And I, for one, am getting fed up with the constant gloom
so I sat down to write this verse, to get it off my chest...
G.W.H. July99
