Winter fuels my poetic bent

Rained all day today.
Is there anything more miserable than a wet British day? With the low overcast constancy of cloud and the depression of incessant drizzle?
Sometimes, in the Summer, I fail to understand why anyone ever emigrates; why anyone even deems it necessary to venture abroad for vacation, when the glorious English countryside shines so bright and so beautiful. But on days like today, I get it. I understand. I see why they up-sticks and swap shores, and I envy them.

RC 21-10-15