Different styles of weather comes and goes
Sun, rain, wind, more rain, sun again
My spirits are high, then low
I wonder why couldn’t the rain stay in Spain
I think shall I go to the sports club
And refine my Petanque skills
Maybe should I just head off to the pub
Or even search for other thrills
The weather just seems to be in an endless changeable mood
When will it decide what’s next
Definitely playing Petanque is screwed
Hope when it decides it might send me a text.