There’s my case in front of the door, waiting
To be let in, frustrated as the sun
Was strong, and here I was, stuck, just wasting
This precious good weather, ending so soon
That tomorrow, weather wise, looks no fun
At all. Heavy rain, possibly all day
At least today, after I was let in
I walked to the beach, filming the sea spray
It was so sunny, couldn’t walk away
From the promenade ice cream shop! Walking
Along the prom, eating it, thinking, ‘Yum’
That precious late August blue sky was grey
Huge clouds like a tablecloth covering
It all, feeling chillier, but still, job done!
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