The Weather Makes No Choices. Poem by David Boyce

The weather makes no choices.

The rain keeps falling down,
Onto the sodden ground,
The puddles getting deeper,
With the pitter patter sound.

The misty clouds gathering over,
Making the sky all grey,
It looks as if it's going to stay,
We will probably have rain showers all day.

The umbrellas turned inside out,
By the gusts and windy breeze,
Some people are hiding,
Until the bad weather starts to ease.

Many people full of the flu symptoms,
With lots of coughs and colds,
The weather makes no choices,
Of the young and the old.

If you are going outside today,
Please wrap up warm and tight,
And you will feel much better,
When you snuggle up in bed tonight.


Written by David Boyce
27 September 2016