From the window of my office
looking south o'er Worthing town
a looming grey above me
told of rain soon coming down
and yet the glow beyond that
where the sea joined with the shore
told of brighter things to come
with sun shining once more
and as it turned out t'was the latter
which prevailed at end of day
November chill with sunshine
and no rain on homeward way
The rain came down on Sussex
on a weekday from grey sky
puddles in the gutters
as bent people hurried by
Hunched against the blowing wind
their purpose form they sped
to various destinations
by design each to were led
And watching from a distance
I felt relieved that I
did not need to brave the wilds
and could stay warm and dry
Rain it came
and soothed my soul
with rhythm there
to make me whole
Refreshing
after days of dry
it watered
and began to cry
Many tears
on streets below
to heal the earth
new life to grow
and though now grey
the sky above
when comes the rain
is one I love
Pit patter of rain
on the water down there
almost silent the sound
but lovely to share
and watching it fall
yes every small drop
I am mesmerised here
lest it should now stop
Pit patter of rain
the circles at start
concentric the spread
from the very heart
and watching them fall
to this precious scene
is a magical place
I have so often been
I would go to the beach hut
if not for the rain
which is making it feel
like winter again
Or maybe a wander
up there on the hill
as it doesn't much matter
if I keep dry until
the sod of fair Sussex
under my feet
is trodden again
to make life complete
But instead I think I'll
stay at home in the dry
and watch as this wet
summer day passes by
Summer in abandon
grey and rainy every day
sometimes very windy
and quite miserable I'll say
The sun has gone on holiday
and left us quite alone
which isn't very thoughtful
as we're still stuck at home
So long days lounging on the beach
are absent at this time
as are evenings out the back
with a warm glass of wine
But just around the corner
August waits with bated breath
so perhaps there is a glimmer
for us here, the bereft
And then came the rain
close after the sun
a deluge which lasted
for days on the run
The gardeners and farmers
were over the moon
but all the sunbathers
said it was too soon
For the weatherman said
that the heatwave would last
but all of a sudden
it's forgotten and past
The rain came today
we knew that it would
so I'll not go a-watering
though I feel that I should
It feels a bit strange
no to need to go out
but it's good to have change
of that there's no doubt
It was quite damp in Obi’s field
near Ashurst, Sunday last
the rain came down like stair rods
and the sky was overcast
the ground was rather sodden
more marshland than a field
the penalty for being
in the flat of Sussex Weald
To the woods in the rain
To sit by the fire
And warm up my hands in the dry
The sound of the drops
As it hammered down lots
And the summer hurried on by
The sky cried today
but it’s been a long while
as for quite some time now
it’s been having a smile
with sunshine each day
for cheeriness here
blues skies and warmth
with days fine and clear
It rained and it rained
and it rained and it rained
and then it just kept on raining
But although we got wet
‘most all of the time
there was seldom any complaining
This year we decided
not to travel to sun
but enjoy it at home for a change
But perhaps that decision
now with some derision
with hindsight, we should rearrange
This time last year
we were spoilt that’s for sure
As the sunshine it came
and the temperatures soared
But this year it seems
we’ve returned to the fray
For June in full swing
sees rain every day
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