Good grief
The sky
Oh my oh my
Is so grey today
Looks like it’s going to burst
And shoot golf ball hail stones
at our bones
Or least of all sleet
Or snow …. More neat
But there’s a glimmer of hope
As it sails on by
And now the sky is blue
But the wind
Cuts like a knife
Freezing cold
Minus 3 I’m told!