I’m sat in my car
Listening to raindrops
Splattering on my sunroof;
It’s supposed to be summer
In these British Isles,
But the clouds are so grey
And the only proof
Is a small patch of blue
That is peeping through,
People are running
And brollys are sprouting
Another rainstorm is passing through.

Now the rain has ceased
And the grey clouds moved on,
The skies like a sapphire
Of brilliant blue;
The sun has emerged
And humidity is rising,
Tonight there’ll be thunder
And lightening no doubt;
Of the weather in Britain
We can never be sure,
Though the sun may be out
Always carry a brolly about!