Do lowering skies oppress us?
No. Like jewels laid on dark velvet,
Our lives sparkle with colours
Made brighter by the backdrop.
We combat endless cold and damp
With coats and smiles and friendly chat,
While dark, ascerbic humour
Dries the puddles on our streets.

But when the rare sun rends the cloud
We scrabble to hide our untrained eyes

With Gucci glasses; Aah, familiar dullness.