The frost took its time to clear
But now there is rain, horizontal,
Driven by the howling winds
Against my window, then against my face
As I race for the shelter of the car
With children who’d hoped for
A visit to the park this afternoon.
Not now my dears,
Perhaps later if the day improves
We’ll manage a trip to the swings
In your welly boots and coats.
Mind you, look out of that window
And you’ll see the dark clouds building –
That’s thunder and lightning coming for sure...
They call this summer?