Nytheone Matt

Indian summer or simply crap weather
You can dress it up however it doesn’t make it better
End of July grey clouds fill the sky
No mystery for a native yet visitors wonder why
It’s geographical I say
To me it’s laughable I say
Our green green pastures are our gift I say
But to anyone from Italy or Spain this climate is pain
Today is 32 degrees they claim
How do you think we have so much music to our name?
Innovation or invention, we’re the top of our game
This rain and cloud keep us locked indoors
Nothing would get done if we were never bored
When the sun does decide to make a guest appearance
Desks are cleared and work’s an interference
So from place to place you may well get wetter
But without this rain this wouldn’t be Manchester