Nothing but wind and the pebbledash rain
and the squabbling cats outside the window again.

roll on Summer, I so wish that it was,
like a roll on deodorant and not just because
I like the Sun,
I also like the cold winter snow,
the glow of a nicely banked fire,
the smell from the kitchen and
other people I know feel the same.

Nothing but wind and the pebbledash rain and somewhere not far away the whistle of a train, ( I might have imagined that )
the cats have gone quiet, perhaps one got its way, but it looks awfully like the wind's here to stay.

I'm going dreaming or fishing whichever comes first.