302 - Year after year, the time when it rains most

Year after year, the time when it rains most
Seems to be these two weeks of Wimbledon,
Our inland lashed and splashed as on the coast,
And dreams of watching tennis dashed and done.
The weather forecast is a shameful one
For my family holiday in Wales:
Whether it’s overcast or rains, no sun
Will warm us, so they say in nightly tales.
No: frightful storms, fearfully flapping sails,
Shivering surfers, cups of tea and toast;
Sheltering safely - oh what utmost fun! -
Is what we’ll have to do, if all else fails.
Soon my young daughter could have met the ghost
Of my own childhood stays in wet Weston.
Tue 3 July 2007