A British Concern - with bits of other poets

A certain slant of light;
Now that's a certain text,
With all rain to my right,
My sensations vexed.

BBC proudly states:
Sunny spells, 19 degrees.
The floods come trembling,
The wind knocks over the gate.

Southern farmers: scared'
No water to quench the thirst.
April: the cruelest month
Tempting us with new birth:

As the June comes meekly in
The wind howls and rains soak:
I would not shrug at snow in summer
Ice to remind us of somewhere else.