Sunshine after rain

It rained and rained and blew and blew
felt as it it almost knew
the sunshine there to long eschew
and me inside to stay

The puddles outside deepened still
they lake-like flowed and rippled til
the fickle weather made me ill
and added to the fray

But then the sunshine threw its toys
out of its pram and with good poise
revealed the warmth its strength employs
to welcome a new day

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Stiff upper lips

Sitting on a windy beach, the sky's a leaden grey
down here at the beach hut for a family day today
It's a pity that the sunshine didn't wear its hat again
But then this windy weather suggests coming of some rain
And that won't dampen spirits, we'll still have a lovely time
Cos it's all about the company in wind or rain or shine

Fickle weather

Fickle this weather
this grey time of year
one day it is icy
the next day it's clear
almost quite balmy
first thing today
took me by surprise
after chill yesterday
So I'm never quite sure
if long johns I'll need
or a raincoat or shorts
and sunshades indeed

August undecided

August undecided
change and fickle shows
with one day sun but next of rain
so no-one really knows
Summer warmth remains though
a constant there to hold
at least for the time being
before it turns to cold

But I'm not all that bothered
so with all that August brings
I'll still enjoy each day it gives
as my voice always sings
August undecided
but there's a mystery here
as no-one knows what to expect
around this time of year

And then came the rain

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

Sunshine returns

It seemed to rain forever
and winter had returned
with cooler days and cruel winds
as Springtime warmth was spurned
But then as June lay waiting
there dawned a brighter day
with deep blue skies and sunshine
which I hope this time will stay

Thwarted

I felt like a wander
out to the Loop
six miles again over the Downs
But the rain paid a visit
its objectives upheld
resigned to stay home with some frowns

And yes I agree with you
strongly in fact
the weather shouldn’t get in the way
but I tell you the stair rods
falling out there
made their point as they had their say

Moody Skies (2 of 3)

Ethereal the moody skies
O’er Shoreham beach this evening
promised rain in buckets
I suspect as we were leaving

Crying skies (1 of 3)

The sky cried today
but it’s been a long while
as for quite some time now
it’s been having a smile
with sunshine each day
for cheeriness here
blues skies and warmth
with days fine and clear

Hoping for rain

I’m hoping for a little rain
to cool me down in this
something I always welcome
as for me the heat is bliss

But it has been relentless
as in England unprepared
the infrastructure fails
so no-one here is spared

More Summer

It’s miserable out there
so I think today I’ll stay
cosy here inside my home
and simply have a play

The wind is blowing boisterous
and the sky is full of rain
But it’s summer and July so
the sun will come again

Rain or shine

It rained and it rained
and it rained and it rained
and then it just kept on raining
But although we got wet
‘most all of the time
there was seldom any complaining

Pitter Patter

It’s weather for the ducks up here
in Nottingham today
Been raining hard since Sussex
as to here I’ve made my way

And though cats and dogs may feature
it’s the ducks I’ll mention now
as they don’t seem to mind a bit
and enjoy it here somehow

Lighthearted At The End of the World

Ed: I’m researching one or more works on climate fiction –CliFi–that will tiptoe through a increasingly alarming future. In the process, I’m finding some previous works that, while dark, are also windows into the subject. So, to brighten your day, here are two:

A Song on the End of the World

BY CZESLAW MILOSZ

On the day the world ends|
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,

By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.

On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,

A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,

WONDERING WEATHER??

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Weatherman
Doesn’t Know

Shower (haiku)

Caught, I am running
to find shelter beneath trees
Raindrops from above

Raining haiku

Soft, warm and gentle
getting wet doesn’t matter
as the water falls

Precipitation haiku

Soft pitter patter
Summer rain falls from the sky
Fragrant petrichor

Typhoon 7

Why don’t you come back?
The day is not yet dawning,
The sun has yet to start shining,
And as far as I’m concerned,
There’s no evidence it ever will.
So why not come back to bed?

Why don’t you come back?
Dark grey clouds still cover the sky
Which has been sobbing since yesterday,
And shows no sign of stopping soon.
Mother Nature is under the weather,
So why not call in sick today?

Clouds

The four corners of  the sky
are suffocated with clouds

The Big Black Storm

Windstorms have battered my life for days, treble the rain,
tintinnabulation on the streets, a highway roaring like a sea of heaves
of grimness, mornings glamsy, murdered pink some dawns, strewn
with hoods and caps and umbrellas, and the grey swallows up
the goldfinches’ wings, the stellar jay sky, it’s hidden somewhere above.

HAIKU: CLOUD RIDE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

it hits my window

High Hilled Moor

Fog rose out of the valley
Where Hoar Oak Water runs
Swarmed up onto our hill path
Rose further to blot the sun

HAIKU: I’LL STAY SUNNY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Gray And So Gloomy

HAIKU: WEATHER’S WRATH

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Weather’s wrath came

#Tanka: Scorching

Scorching summer sun

 

Throws shadows on hot pavement

Feeding Frenzy

Morning

Sunny new day

Intense heat once again

Love birds feeding furiously

Sunny

Photo by Linda Rose

Looking for a sunny day
amidst the drops of rain.
I know the sun shines brightly
above the clouds of gray.

So let it burn and break through,