There is a storm outside
So I'll abide staying inside
Whereupon I will stay dry
Until the rain says 'goodbye',
The wind is blowing a gale
Which will affect the frail
Especially those that are old
As they will be the most cold.
It is my Mother's last day
On a North Wales holiday,
She'll be back home tonight
Where she can sleep tight
With the storm out of sight.
I hope it does not stay long
As a forecast is often wrong.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 23/08/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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