clouds glide in
like a naval armada,
only to loiter.
the sky is gray,
but no rain comes --
just the threat.
the threat wears thin --
unheeded until
thunder cracks!
a man shakes his fist
at the dense clouds:
a torrent falls.
How do you feel about cold weather?
In the abstract, sitting here in the tropics, I’m fond of the idea of winter. When I’m in cold weather, I’d prefer not to be.
Trees are wagging,
Whipping, and waving
That were still but
A moment ago.
Dark clouds snuck in
With pattering rain,
But, oh, how those
Foul winds do blow!
from the hilltop,
Spring downpour creeps nearer;
me, sans raingear.
Partly cloudy.
Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow by Jerome K. Jerome
on a hilltop,
neighboring hill in clouds:
its dwellers in gray.
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