Weather Report

 

Weather report

On a Monday morn in May

Fluffy white clouds turned to grey

Zephyrs fairly pleasant warm

In a flash became a storm

High winds usurped the breeze

Buddings broke away from trees

Pregnant clouds diminished heat

Rain came falling in a sheet

Daylight ever darker dimmed

Potholes deep as craters brimmed

Roads flooded traffic slowed

Drains neglected overflowed

Nearby at a Tesco’s store

With a roof above its door

I stood waiting underneath

As the rain drenched Parsons Heath

Suddenly it went away

Thus came back a sunny day

For at least a brief respite

Clouds once more were fluffy white

And since everybody knows

How the British weather goes

Is there any need to dwell

On that short lived sunny spell?

The dread storm returned prevailed

My creative juices railed

Grasping at a last resort

I typed up this bland report

And before my muse was spent

The council I an email sent

Re the potholes everywhere

And the drains in disrepair