The rain in England,
Is like a good and old friend,
Not always welcome.
Went out for breakfast,
Met a friend for a fry-up,
And that was tasty.
No parcels have come, but a few brown letters did, they don’t inspire me.
The week has gone fast, and I knew it wouldn’t last, it’s just passing time.
The moon is waning, getting smaller daily now, part of it cycle.
