I offer you a rough and ready poem:
What ails the wind
What ails the wind thrums my soul, my ears buffeted red and raw
I regret not checking the roof when the sky was calm and dare not venture out now
Lest a tile or tree come crashing down to test my mortality
The howl and hum and whoosh and groan are artefacts of house and wall and wire and ground
The racing heart, the running step, the watering eyes and dribbling nose testify to the gale’s power
Now the breeze rises and falls while painting the house with rain and jabbing every crack in the walls with a gust that mocks the mortar
And all this sitting in the warm, glad to be indoors, contemplating a cup of tea
Imagining, not experiencing; remembering more than knowing.
I am not at sea bouncing on waves indifferent to my fate;
I do not trudge across civilised plains hoping for a welcome or at least a crumb of comfort
It is not my job to sweep up the leaves even to keep the trains running on time.
Is it enough just to spare a thought for those caught out in the wind and rain
or should we do something for them as well?
a ragged grey sky
clouds scrunched like an unmade bed
soaked are field and coat
or, perhaps more accurately, “Between the showers”. These photos can’t quite capture the atmosphere but after several days of relentless showers and rain, this was a welcome break one evening several days ago. The ground was soggy, but where the sunlight broke through the rain drops sparkled and the blossom got its chance to shine. When they were not raining on us, the sun-lit clouds caught our attention too.
It rained quite heavily but we were determined to see, and hopefully also photograph, the A380 when it flew overhead en route to Heathrow Airport. The pictures aren’t particularly wonderful not least because it tipped down with rain and we were not in the best location for a good view of the aeroplanes. Still, we had fun competing to see who was first to spot the landing lights and guessing what the aircraft or airline was.
Finally, about an hour and a half after we had expected it, we saw what we had been looking out for.
Yes, I admit, ‘plane spotting may not be the “coolest” thing and there may have been more worthy pass times we could have done. The point is that we had some innocent fun for an hour or so of the morning.
And that’s OK.
A couple of weeks ago, after the driest couple of Spring months for many a year, a local farmer decided to irrigate their crops – and I don’t blame them. However, as you may notice from this photo, they happened to choose a day when it poured down with rain. Meanwhile, not long after, our county was one of several where it has been officially declared that we are having a drought. It came as little surprise to some of us that it then started to rain.
Having said that, although we have had some rain – enough to be a nuisance when going out and about – it has some way to go before it makes up for the lack of the wet stuff over several weeks. Of course, some other parts of the country have been having more than their usual share of rain and perhaps wonder what all the fuss is about.
Maybe we’ll learn that water is a precious resource and is not something we can take for granted. To be sure in the UK we usually have alot but we are using more and more so wasting it is not an option. We do not live in a desert, we live in a green land which does go to show that we do normally get a fair bit of rain; but perhaps we need to remember that it is a blessing, not a right.
I never set out to blog every day but perhaps about once a week. The topics usually crop up in the course of daily life: things happen, we go out, read a book, hear the news on TV or radio. From time to time nothing in particular seems to happen so what to write about then? Look out the window (and if the weather is at all fine go outside, perhaps).
I think there is a general point here. If there is nothing in particular going on: look out the window. You might not see anything special, but you might see the ordinary things more clearly. Which all sounds very worthy but recently the view from my window here has either been foggy or tipping down with rain – sometimes even both! In fact, it has been like that for the best part of a week and it has rather dampened our spirits.
At least the view from my window is neither a violent street scene, nor an earthquake torn town (my prayer for you is to receive the support and courage you need, if that happens to be your window view just now). Here, however, you might even say that it is quite pleasant. Gloomy, yes, grey, indeed, not very warm, absolutely; but it is a steady rain at just the time that some plants are beginning to rouse themselves from their winter slumber. And we have not had a frost for a week or two either – also a benefit to the trees, bushes and new shoots making their first appearance.
I realise that it is a contrary thought but it seems to me that it is possible to optimistic even in the gloom and rain. I don’t simply mean “count your blessings” (appropriate though that is). One just has to see things from a different point of view. Mind you, it’s not easy trying to think like a bush or a tree, n’est-ce pas?