The Weathered Retort

Grey, and more grey, and it's here to stay

And what is a wintry shower anyway?

Is it rain, is it snow? Does anyone know?

There's meant to be daylight; where did that go?

There's a sheen on the street that'll cover your feet

And the clouds have all joined to form one massive sheet

The grass has blown flat, and the gale that's done that

Is the reason that fella is chasing his hat

If the wind won't rescind then the day will be binned

For it'll get in your coat and make you feel skinned

And it's quite a safe bet, though it's not raining yet

You'll curse that umbrella you always forget

That's the weather today here in the UK

It's damp and it's cold, and it's terminally grey

So please wrap up warm in case things go to form

And Mr. Fish misses the incoming storm...