All are reasons to mourn.
Heavy clouds are solid around,
Summer spirit is gone,
Rainy puddles have covered the ground
Winter clothes are back,
My umbrella is here forever,
English favorite black
Was designed for the weather so clever
Soggy flowers cry
For the sun in the middle of summer,
Only God knows why
He prefers grey and black over amber…
6 June 2017
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Об английских дождях посередине лета