I’m fed up with the weather

By Teresa H-B Feb 3, 2021

Anybody else fed up with the weather? A little lighthearted poem to cheer you up…. Hopefully.

I’m fed up with the weather

I’m fed up with the weather as it’s always raining here.

Inclement precipitation is all I seem to hear.

Those nimbostratus rain clouds just follow me around.

With little hope of respite, I think I’ll go to ground.

I own three pairs of wellies and raincoats by the score,

my umbrella sits forlornly behind the hallway door.

The barometer points quite clearly to weather foul and grim.

The chance of clear and sunny is looking pretty slim.

If it’s not rainstorms with gale-force, it’s foggy and just wet,

no sign of any sunshine or prospect, I expect.

Layers of winter woollies and sou’westers close to hand,

looking like a yeti from some old distant land.

I’m sure my feet are web like and soon you’ll hear me quack.

If I don’t see sunshine shortly I’m sure I’ll start to crack.

Those isobars are claiming that there’s more rain on the way,

with a chance of windy weather and skies that stay just grey.

I’ve become obsessed with weather, it’s even in my dreams.

Never fine and sunny, just all the real extremes.

I no longer read good novels, for me it’s shipping news.

From Shetland down to Scilly, as each weather front ensues.

I’ll wait until the summer, when the weather becomes too hot,

then moan that I am melting, and sizzled to the spot.

Swooning and so sweaty, I’ll lament about the heat,

praying for some drizzle to sooth my throbbing feet!

February 2021

About the author

Teresa H-B

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Happily married with three grown up children. Proud grandmother to six and enjoying every minute. I had my first book published several years ago called Catawall, fluent in feline. Recently I had a children's book published, Mackerel and the Jolly Daisy, scourge of the high seas, published by i2i Publishing, I am a prolific writer about many things and often post on both my own FB page and the FB page for Catawall. I am a great advocate for animals and anyone less fortunate than myself.