Whenever someone, especially an American, says how miserable all the rain is in Wales, I switch into a protective parent mode.
These little children are asking you, "Won't you please come out so we can play with you?" Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun ... I'm not sure I could take all that rain, but I love how you make the most of it and even write about it to help cope!
These little children are asking you, "Won't you please come out so we can play with you?" Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun ... I'm not sure I could take all that rain, but I love how you make the most of it and even write about it to help cope!