The rain drizzles down on another bare winter’s landscape;
Whatever happened to all the snow?
Our winter nights are the same as any other day;
No white Christmas, since before I know.
The seasons they are a changing,
But the English weather rarely does.
Constant rain throughout the year, no room for snow or sun.
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