Bastard British Summer. Oh how I hate ye. Have you seen my brolly?
Thankyou, thankyou. Note the complete lack of haiku, which was an obvious style choice for this piece.
Honesty though, what the fuck has happened here in Blightly? Hottest July on records, and now probably the most miserable August I can recall. How many days has there been no rain.... 2, 3? Not even a nice bright day for more than a couple of hours. It's worse than the summers I remember as a child, and there were a fair few damp and miserable ones.
Anyway, my poem must have worked a bit like the opposite to a rain dance, because today was brilliant - nice hot sun, and great weather for having an ice cream. That's why I had a hot Star Bucks coffee instead and sweltered in the heat.