September 4: What is it with this rain ...

Spring has sprung, the rain has come, the grass is wet and soggy

Most mornings when I look outside, the Gorge is cold and foggy

The bikes sit in the garage, covered, cold but dry

And if I don’t get a ride this week, I promise I will cry

One day I get the fan out, the next day the heater’s on

Monday is just paradise, on Tuesday summer’s gone

Wednesday I get the brolly out, Thursday it goes away

Winter, summer, autumn, what season’s next today

I’m over it, I’ve lost the plot, who cares what happens next

It isn’t just me you know, the whole country is perplexed

So tomorrow when it’s Saturday, and there’s chores I want to do

If Mother Nature lets me down, I’ll be putting on a blue