Country And Continent

I'm up here in the country and it's blowing a gale;
but over on the weather-mapped continent
there's the sun peeking out in Petersburg,
though its hiding away in Kiev;
Lisbon's looking bright
but Madrid is fading fast
I love Vienna in the sun
and tearful Tirana below,
For true, full-blown solar
we're moving right through
Turkey's bottleneck, breaking out to a new
sun-baked exposed continent in
the limelight of the world,
full of factions and fighting
and modern moral questions
with unknown danger in store
We scutter back home
like a balloon with the air
suddenly released
to the windy, rainy country
beyond the buffer of
our friendly, warm continental plate.