A walk in the park

As an idiom, isn’t really reflective of the afternoon I’ve just had

In reality the seasons are now more reflective of how life is

Month to month, week to week, day to day

Even by the hour, we don’t know what we’re going to get

This one simple walk in the park 

A testimony to all four seasons

It started out in glorious sunshine, as a summer’s day should be

Then taking me by surprise, a short lived deluge

Reminiscent of April showers, pushing me back into spring

A rainbow appears

Promising a pot of golden sunshine for the rest of the day

Then as I change direction around a lake, a strong wind meets me head on

The air is noticeable cooler, the blustery wind has a damp autumnal feel

High above in rarefied cold air, dark threatening clouds congregate

Rain starts to fall, clustered together as harsh wintery hail

My head becomes numb

How long have I actually been out here?