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
Sunshine after rain
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)
Crying skies (1 of 3)
Hoping for rain
More Summer
Rain or shine
Pitter Patter
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
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??
Shower (haiku)
Raining haiku
Precipitation haiku
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?
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.