The clouds rolled in to spoil the view,
and rain claimed the earth to provide patchwork puddles,
whilst people complained of wardrobe mis-functions.
It is with baited breath we wait for the sun
Finally to break the grey of a stubborn spring.
To bring children into gardens
and the smell of BBQ to the air.
Maybe tomorrow the sun will win the fight
Until then we will debate each morning
whether wellies or flip flops will be the order of the day!
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