1680 - Changing sky

In sharp contrast to yesterday's sun tan
Today I risk taking an outdoor shower
With my coat and all my other clothes on
But to prevent this I shall use my power
To blow the clouds away....There, they're much higher
Now, with distinct patches of medium blue
The puddles are soaking into the floor
And shadows are almost visible, too
They are, under cars, possible to view
Look, there's a lorry, and several white vans
Plying their sordid trades this lunchtime hour
From the third floor window I watch, and can see too
St Philip and St Stephen's Church again
With graceful finger-like yellow stone tower