The Weather

You can always tell it's April
By the sound of falling rain
That mystic, mournful music
As it trickles down the drain.

We're told we should be thankful
For the kiss of April showers
As it washes all the grass clean
And prepares the soil for flowers.

There's another side to April
Which doesn't bode us good,
When that mini, manic maelstrom
Turns the lawn to liquid mud.

- Thomas Vaughan Jones, O' To Be in April

 

no rain here, just bright sunshine and icy cold winds. It is called a lazy wind, it doesn't go round you it goes through you. brrrrrrrrrr
mulled wine tonight.

 

And Chocs too?