A Wet Day in July

All the 'rellies' in their wellies
queue for papers, milk and jam.
Yachtees clad in oily yellows -
a disgruntled set of fellows -
curse the heaving breakers
and down anonther dram.

"It'll clear soon," say the locals,
who know that isn't true.
But to keep the tourists hoping
is the least that they can do.

It will be fine again for sure
when summer days are done.
The tourists go, the locals wait -
And lo! Out comes the sun!