An Ode to Summer 2012

What can I say?  It's been a wet old July (well, the whole summer has in fact).  So as this is supposed to be a writing blog - here's my creative contribution for the month:

An Ode to Summer 2012

To all you faithful worshippers

Of the golden ball in the sky,
Hear this tale of summer woe
It’s bound to make you cry.

March was warm and sunny

And we thought, hey this is funny,
We’re bound to get a summer hot and long.

But as the spring progressed

No sunshine we were blessed
It was clear that we had got our hopes all wrong.

With a hosepipe ban in place

April showed its spring like face,
With a multitude of showers and wet days.
 
May brought cancelled cricket matches
Which were mentioned in despatches,
And lead to competition delays.

The sun came out for Chelsea

And we thought at last it’s shown us mercy
But it wasn’t long before the clouds came back again.

On the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee

Bunting hung around merrily
Only to be pelted with very heavy rain.

Half term was rather wet

For those who’d pitched a tent,
And the Isle of Wight became a muddy mound.

School sports days and country fairs

Became things so rare,
As the rain lashed its way onto any ground.

In mid June the sun came out

And we all began to doubt
Our rather mean attitude to the weather.

But alas, it was not to be

We’d planned a BBQ hastily
As July just didn’t get any better.
 
Today is a sunny St Swithin’s Day
Has the rain really gone away?
Are we now destined for sun for forty days long?

But somewhere in this green old isle

Clouds are creeping over gate and stile
As the rain beats out its old familiar song.

So, put away the suncream

Forget the cold beer.
Pack away the BBQ
‘Cos summer’s just not here.

Vanessa Woolley

July 2012