Weathers
Weathers
The wet, westerly weather wantonly wreaks havoc on weary women, men and children in Wansbeck’s windy working streets and wrecks watery Newbiggin By-The-Sea as it wonders like a wrinkly wriggling worm bashing along shores, whipping up woodland willows and shunning shepherds.
In frenzy, the wayward warlock whooshes through Warwickshire then wonders to the south and east wagging Wiltshire in its wholesome wrestlers embrace whilst wooing wooden posts from the ground and walloping corrugated sheets onto wires and through weakened windows.
We exhale as weather waltzes away wallowing with billowing cloud. Out to sea they whack waves and splutter wetness all the way until they reluctantly lose momentum. On regrouping they work their way wickedly towards white fjords with woeful intent, ne’re to find victims in this wintry wilderness.
