Wet Winter Weather – a poem
We’re stuck in together, for worse or for better.
This wet winter weather just goes on forever.
We’re dry in the house in it, just looking out at it,
keeping well out of it, best way to get through it.
Just watching the dribbles of drips big and little
that turn into trickles that may become icicles.
We’re here in the grip of it, stuck in the thick of it.
I’m pretty sick of it. It gets on my wick a bit.
It keeps getting wetter, keeps getting no better,
this wet winter weather just goes on forever.