The glum British always complain
About the British weather
We winter holiday in Spain
Their spring weather's also better.
Until the day the rains come down
End hiking, one day's sun is missed
Go shopping, see town sights instead
Enough rambling, bad weather's bliss
I've set an app to count my steps
It reassures, I'm doing goo
Climb steps up towers, museums
Then stop for sangria, new food.
The rain in Spain won't fall on plains
See the Picos peaks are clothed in green
Rain water helps tall trees to grow
Paints the keen photographer's scene.
Maps show tourists new things to do
Afternoon sun shines down again
Weather's like home, shops not like home
Try paella and don't complain.
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