Bi-polar Weather

 If I could describe our English weather I’d say it’s got manic depression
One day we’re rich with sunshine – the next a rain recession
Its bi-polar moods are swept in with the winds
When the sun starts a shining – there after rain begins
And never does the poor weather know
Whenever it is that’s the right month to snow
It opens the morning with skies summer blue
Then tricks you with downpour and wets you right through
It sees you wearing flip flops and decides it must hail
Waits for your short skirts til’ it blows up a gale
Personality disorders are a walk in the park
Well – if it’s nice enough weather and not freezing and dark!
If the weather had therapy the psychiatrist would be
Sunburnt with frost bite and washed out to sea
So it’s left up to us to beware what it bring
If it’s the middle of winter then dress up for spring
Grab your wellies and brollies, sunglasses and vest
Put on a brave face and just hope for the best!