Huddled, sodden people bending with the strain,
Under sturdy umbrellas, unyielding to the rain.
Homes across the country flooded and forlorn,
Land left defenceless, against this winters storm.
An afternoon of sunshine that swept away the gloom.
A return of the rain for the evening. I spoke too soon!
But shadows of remembrance as the crocus came alive,
As elsewhere animals, and the undergrowth, struggle to survive.
As wintertime nears over, and spring waits in the wings,
Will I hear a cuckoo this summer, and listen to the melody it sings?