The weather is nice and sunny, although I had not thought of this when I wrote the poem bellow.
This is just typical of the British weather.
Enjoy the sunshine folks.
Quietly weeping, everyone releases their yellow umbrellas. It's only perspiring.
Another shower dribbles.
Hear John Kettley laugh.
Zone "X" condensation vaporizes. Barometers now..... melting.
-John Kettley is a weather man-