The cold wind and the frequent showers of May
Replaced the warmth and sunshine of April
The soil needed rain, and the clouds obeyed
The farmlands and the moors have had their fill
At least in the North West. Eastwards it's still
Too dry, and southwards too the crops wither
I'm off to London, semi-tropical
Capital of this land where the weather
Ruins the cricket match, all open-air
Activities are uncertain, those grey
Threatening clouds always likely to spill
Their tears on us; but London's oh so fair
(Apart from the pollution) when I stay
Down there, as I will next weekend with Pearl
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