
Wrapping arms tightly around the grey cloud in the sky the sunshine warmly smiled saying 'no more need to cry' 'You're done today, your tears have fed the world down there below but now it's time to rest and let my smiles now gently glow'
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We didn't get much for most of the summer which for farmers and gardeners was a bit of a bummer And we attest to that fact with good claim as nothing much grew which was quite a shame Yet now in September in buckets it's falling almost as if it had heard all our calling
Just before the thunderstorm yellow in the sky as heavy black clouds gathered ominous on high And then the heavens opened and from it buckets came as underneath the waterfall we got soaked by rain
When the rain came at last it was long overdue not that the sunshine we'd ever eschew But the ground was so parched and the water was low so the need was profound for the reservoir flow
Out to sea off Brighton a flash lit up the night there, just outside the Shelter Hall fleetingly in sight But pausing for a moment there and waiting patiently whilst rain fell there in splatters I got a shot for me We never heard the thunder but there was lightning there for sure coupled with the heavy rain which fell as down it poured
And for a while the heat was quite intense as the sun shone down from the sky there was barely a breeze to be felt on our knees though the cloud to the east wasn't shy
On the station the rain was a comfort today in the blackness of night still around on the edge of a morning still hidden from view with a gentle soft rushing of sound Mist-like it drifted and cooled like a breeze that summer would oft call a friend yet it is still March and winter remains several weeks yet from its natural end So this morning with whimsy I breathed it all in finding comfort as thought took a hold thinking of Spring and the summer beyond days of warmth to replace these of cold
From the window of my office looking south o'er Worthing town a looming grey above me told of rain soon coming down and yet the glow beyond that where the sea joined with the shore told of brighter things to come with sun shining once more and as it turned out t'was the latter which prevailed at end of day November chill with sunshine and no rain on homeward way
The rain came down on Sussex on a weekday from grey sky puddles in the gutters as bent people hurried by Hunched against the blowing wind their purpose form they sped to various destinations by design each to were led And watching from a distance I felt relieved that I did not need to brave the wilds and could stay warm and dry
Rain it came and soothed my soul with rhythm there to make me whole Refreshing after days of dry it watered and began to cry Many tears on streets below to heal the earth new life to grow and though now grey the sky above when comes the rain is one I love
Pit patter of rain on the water down there almost silent the sound but lovely to share and watching it fall yes every small drop I am mesmerised here lest it should now stop Pit patter of rain the circles at start concentric the spread from the very heart and watching them fall to this precious scene is a magical place I have so often been
I would go to the beach hut if not for the rain which is making it feel like winter again Or maybe a wander up there on the hill as it doesn't much matter if I keep dry until the sod of fair Sussex under my feet is trodden again to make life complete But instead I think I'll stay at home in the dry and watch as this wet summer day passes by
Summer in abandon grey and rainy every day sometimes very windy and quite miserable I'll say The sun has gone on holiday and left us quite alone which isn't very thoughtful as we're still stuck at home So long days lounging on the beach are absent at this time as are evenings out the back with a warm glass of wine But just around the corner August waits with bated breath so perhaps there is a glimmer for us here, the bereft
And then came the rain close after the sun a deluge which lasted for days on the run The gardeners and farmers were over the moon but all the sunbathers said it was too soon For the weatherman said that the heatwave would last but all of a sudden it's forgotten and past
The rain came today we knew that it would so I'll not go a-watering though I feel that I should It feels a bit strange no to need to go out but it's good to have change of that there's no doubt