I really think that this wind should blow off to next week.
It's been days since the wind began. It just tuned up Sunday, foxing a pleasant breeze and promises of a paradisical day.
Monday it added raspberries, a soft jazz riff and a hint of cowbell.
Tuesday it turned up the wail and added wah-wah to the mix.
But I didn't mind. I was ensconced in air-conditioned rooms at a workshop for work.
Wednesday the upper layer of the planetary husk started lifting, and a Beethovenic manoeuvre by the local big smoke's Puffing Billy (we are imagining the puff in this electronic era) (and the Billy is really a misnomer too - it is called creative licence) by the local big smoke's Puffing Billy's rail signal network deciding "nah, stuff it, Red it is. We THINK that there might be a train." Right at the crescendo of the peak hour symphony.
The last movement. Today. A westerly came in with Dad to see what all of the fuss was about. It whipped up and down the boulevards of the local big smoke, snaking shortcuts through the coffee shop we dined at. The reverberations rumbled as we manoeuvred bureaucratic bundles and toe curling action.
Then Dad headed back, his guidance was the ever blackening sky an.
Lightening and thunder and waves of squalls werr our dinner music and then the rain steadied for a few beats...
Whoops in the Nor-Westerly, swinging the woodwind section in and the house now thrums with piccolo.
Finale.
3 comments:
I can't remember the last time I saw colors like that on my map. Dry, dry, dry.
I was only saying to Dad how dry it was here - after a fairly wet start to the year we have been a bit parched ourselves - we are hoping that decent (not indecent) rain is part of the Summer.
Wow. That looks quite alarming. It's been windy here today. A cold front is moving in. I'm not looking forward to that, but I suppose that I should accept the fact that unlike some (ahem), we are marching into autumn.
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