Miserable Isle Weather
Is this the power of nature?
A limp rag of weather smears the land.
Nothing to inspire awe, enforce respect,
Just a test of patience, dour to withstand,
The lurking threat as offensive as the act itself,
The promise that cancels most outdoor activities,
So it is to the inner world we turn our views,
Remain chipper of sprit, fester new creativies,
With these new avenues of joy to explore,
Discovery of fresh complexities expands pride,
Helping to forget the dire drizzle of our country,
But just remember, when it's sunny, go outside.
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After that much super shiny sun time the inevitable British weather machine churns out some extra arse drizzle for all to enjoy. Ooh it just makes cycling those miles between work and home that much more fun! But I suppose with no down there is no up. Peace.
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