UK weather; dark, damp, medieval

It really makes him miserable
He's reaching the end of his tether,
His joints are aching, his tan is fading,
It's bloody UK weather

A solid week of sunshine,
It's all that he asks for,
We get a couple of sunny days,
Then the rain will start to pour

We never hear the end of it,
"It's dark, damp and medieval",
We're begging for your help,
With the sunshine's retrieval

"It's half the country's problem",
He'll confidently insist,
"Everyone's happier in Cyprus",
"Does British summer even exist?"

When warm weather arrives,
He's straight out on the deck chair,
"Hurry, get outside" he'll scream,
"This weather's bloody rare!"

Before the blue skies disappear,
He anticipates the rain,
He moans and groans and often says,
"It's much warmer over in Spain!"

It really makes him miserable
He's reached the end of his tether,
His joints are aching, his tan is fading,
It's bloody UK weather