Tag: weather

  • 334

    Even if one cannot interpret the worthwhile qualities inherent in wet weather, it is still a good rain nonetheless, that reminds of the more companionable and traversable moods of the elements, and heightens the gladness when visited by once more. Nature bestows that one prepares for, and can thus be found in all Her temperaments […]

  • 118

    There is affray at the dawn line; a primal brawl has broken and a blustery smock advances its coup on the districts, hanging over the prominence a malignant mantle. It is not much felt a turbulence, whence I observe but the ensemble rather becomes a soothing opportunity for reading solace. Soon long will recede the […]

  • 117: A day like any other

    A shower broke overnight and has left a blanket of beaded gleam and Yellow Ginger flower across the face of things we used to sit on. The air, a capricious haze of coasting spray, adrift of fountains heavenly, carries along its light essence a most cleanly and gratifying fragrance as sinks the worries into a […]

  • 110: Overcast

    Will you grudge another whose pent-up days broil over at last some momentary hurl of thunder, and overcast their name and straining sunshine by your appraisal? You shame your own sky.

  • 109

    When after many days the rain eases at last, mine is rather a relief for what it leaves us, than it’s leaving. I burst from my house to collect the many graces; to inhale a bettered air, with expectations of a healthier day. My exuberance skips ahead, thoughts tarry behind. For what I hope to […]

  • 108: Of all the rains that fall

    Methinks, of all the rains that fall, the best fall wholehearted and constant. That disregard ambitions hold any for the week it washes, and where no assumption of relent or sun is obvious through the cloudburst. Only then do we feel permitted unreservedly, to stall our cheap and demeaning enterprising into the world, and confine […]

  • 103: Whisper

    The sky this morning, all Her best condiments expelling, presses forward a full blush of blue, and lays a soft latticework of fair-weather cumulus across her ambrosial nape, woven tightly and tighter still the further ones look adventures though not the least tempering of charms beneath. As alluring is an unblemished azure, blatancy dulls that […]

  • 85

    With blinding radiance forth strides the triumphant sun from yonder tempests whelm and wipes the Earth of its teary aspect. Then comes shroud and gloom again when least it pleases, and cancels all relief. The skies no favour show to thy knotted and lusty succumb. There is no after calm, but a gap between storms […]

  • 84

    They are of a dismal constitution that merely bear the rain in expectation.

  • 81: Greetings again, September

    The air is a blanket woven with gleeful murmurings and Spring light, as all of Nature’s children have awoken from Wintertide dreams, and climbing from their buds are rehearsing their powers, until a doting sun would lift them up.