No Thanks To The Rain Poem by John Carter Brown

The soil is saturated
in our Islands now, it's bad;
It's quite the wettest January
that we've ever had;
Pouring into February too,
and on it flows;
Will there be a respite soon?
Only heaven knows.

The earth it seems is weeping
as down the water drops;
Aided and abetted by
the wind that never stops;
The land is overflowing,
the rivers have no banks;
Plains re-claim their floods again
whilst offering no thanks.

The guile of man is beaten,
his plans a hopeless show;
The chaos in the counties
has proved a bitter blow;
His strategies are scattered,
and with perverse delight,
the plague of water proves itself
victorious in the fight.

(Written Jan 2014)