At eight AM.: my radio today,
Announced: ‘Bright sky, with rainfall later in the day.’
At noon: from office I went out without despair,
For a small lunchtime walk to sniff a bit of air.
At three: “no rain at all”; I hummed a bland refrain
From comfortable officechair, and weather not to blame.
At half past five: we had some wine and snacks, before the weekend starts
Not realising after five: how this wet climate farts.
MW/ 2001
(with respect to the English poet John Betjeman)
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