The skies are grey on this winters day, and its pelting down with rain
I cannot see the mountain range, through my window pane
The morning mists envelop, like the tide, it hides the beach
No bird song heard, not even a word, of the Tui's warbled speech
Storm clouds they are gathering, as the east wind starts to blow
The barometer is dropping, down the island they'll have snow
there's a big low over northland, and across the Waikato plain
And gale force winds are forecast with 150 mil of rain
The gardens like a quagmire, and the drains are running fast
Water tanks are overflowing, and the lake levels are surpassed
The mountain streams are like rivers now, as muddy water fills the bay
So i thought i would write this poem, and go out another day.

Bob Gibson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-winters-day-3/