Wet summer wake

The windows teem with water, while outside
Wind lashes the forsythia. All the flowers
Are flattened, and a deep
Depression from the Atlantic squats
Toadlike on the weather charts.
Armies of slugs
Advance upon the strawberry patch.

Where are the summers we remember?
When we lay
Bludgeoned by heat and barbecued
In endless sunlight.
What has become
Of drought, and hosepipe bans?
Nothing is as it should be, as it was
When we were young.

Really?
I remember
Peering through the window, watching
The rain pour down,
While bucket and spade
Stood mournful in the corner.
Well mac'd and wellied, I have splashed
Through puddles on the prom, mocked
By racks of postcards showing turquoise seas,
And golden sands.

I have cried before -
We waited and waited
And waited
For the summer to come
But when it came
It rained.