The heat of a British Summer

That never is

We wait through lengthening days

Wondering what happened to Spring

As the rain and wind still blows.

 

The height of a British Summer

Comes and goes

The longest day passes

And St Swithin’s Reign begins

As the rain and wind still blows.

 

The hope of a British Summer

That never comes

Nights draw in and Autumn looms

There might be an Indian Summer?

But the rain and wind still blows.

 

The end of a British Summer

Is a thunderstorm

After one afternoon’s heatwave

We may hope for more to come

But the rain and the wind still blows.