Short poem about the weather
|Oh what terrible weather;
We stout and strong bretons curse!
But I ask when did we become so foolhardy?
The drizzle that blesses these shores is far from terrible.
It is one of nature's many gifts.
It brings sustenance to our crops.
Nurturing them in the best way possible.
So when you next curse the rain;
I urge you to think again.
Because the weather is an unpredictable beast.
Which can conjure atrocities far worst than that little bit of drizzle!