Alan .S. Jeeves

Never Mind The Weather

The coldest, forceful wind may blow;

The sun may, sometimes, golden glow;

The rain may, often, showery show;

The sky may dust the land with snow.


When it blows my hat is tied;

In the heat, 'neath shade I hide;

I shy from rain until it's dried;

As it snows I stay inside.


I don't mind a raucous gale

Or the sunburn in the vale

Nor the damp as raindrops sail

I love the biting snowflake hail.


A gust may roar throughout the night

But by the day the sun may bright;

A storm may rage with all its might ~

The winter snowfall, purest white.


So come what may my senses see

All that nature gifts to me.

Fair or foul, wild and free,

That's the way it's meant to be.


  • Fay Slimm.

    Your compilation of differing outdoor conditions well shows the need to thank Nature for bountiful gifts - - a wise way to see life in our changing weather is shown in your title with which I agree - -many thanks Alan for a finely rhymed read,

    • Alan .S. Jeeves

      We must make the most of our weather whatever it chooses to do Fay. Rain or shine that's the way it will be.
      Ex animo, Alan

    • orchidee

      A fine write Alan.

      • Alan .S. Jeeves

        Fine some of the time Steve, raining and snowing the rest of the time.
        Ex animo, Alan

        • orchidee

          You stareted me off. lol. (Oh no, singing that is!). ....'Come wind, come weather'. From 'He who would valiant be' And what is a hobgoblin in that hymn? Something or someone nasty we wouldn't wish to meet.

        • Goldfinch60

          The changes in our weather brings its own glory and wonder to us all.


          • Alan .S. Jeeves

            You are so right Andy. A blustery morning as I look out of the window today but a picture book of colour.
            Ex animo, Alan

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