Another cloudy day

The sun has gone behind a cloud

leaving the island enveloped in a shroud.

A dull, gloomy atmosphere parades itself across the land,

and shadows sneak across the sand.

A coldness swirls throughout the house and leaves an air of menace.

I don't particularly like this.

My hands are chilly now as I tap the keys and I'm wondering whether or not to turn the heating on.

But it would mean turning my back on the joys of spring, and accepting that it is a swan song.

The forecast is cold and gloomy, with a good chance of snow.

But it's April and the warm sunny weather should be in full flow.

Sadly, it's our great British weather and I shouldn't really moan.

Because I love our seasons, although just lately, Summers reluctance to show its face is making me groan.

   

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