Michael,
I applaud the sentiment but here is our truth in the UK for the past few years.
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Winters gone by:
Roger Macdivitt, October 2007
I pray for the winters that I used to know,
When Winter brought frost and inveriably snow.
The Winters that chilled and put ice on the lakes,
the Winters whos winds the old oak tree shakes.
The Winter that made getting home to the warm,
a treat and a place to get out of the storm.
Instead we've had rain of the heaviest kind,
and the grey skies of Winter where once bright sun shined.
No frost, and no ice, but a landscape of mud,
where fields of snow are replaced by the flood.
Oh, where is the crispness that stings eyes and nose,
and leads us to stamp just to warm up our toes?
Global warming, they say, is to blame for our plight,
where is our Summer? It went overnight,
One season of rain with a hot spell or two,
or a cold snap of days, those increasingly few.
Oh, bring back my Winters, my chance to compare,
a day in the Summer, when too hot to care.
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Did that on the spur of the moment.
No contest to your writing Michael, but it might make you value what you have more.
Roger