Blustery winds and teeming rain
Torrents of water flow
The roads are more like rivers
Swirling and weaving as they go
Trees are almost bent in two
As the gale-force wind howls by
Raindrops pound the ground below
From the dark and turbulent sky
Visibility is virtually nil
The road ahead is grey
The wind lifts and blows and takes control
On this cold storm-ravaged day
No snow today but lots of cold, cold rain
And daylight just about peering through
With an eerie twilight all day long
I’d say it’s winter now; wouldn’t you?

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