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Ride the wind

Do not fight it

With a jibe and tack

You can go anywhere

Float in the breeze

Surrender your will

Drift along aimlessly

Be adventurous

Race with the storm

Follow its path

Feel the power

Absorb its energy

Bathe in the rain

Wash away your woes

Troubles float away

Cleanse your soul 

Walk in the snow

Silent footsteps

Embrace the chill

Its cool to be cool

Sad eyes smile after rain

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Suddenly overcast

Rain clouds

Sunshine suspended

Gloomy skies

Sad eyes

Eerie stillness

Light sprinkling

Large drops

Advance party

Warning spots

Sudden gust

Howling wind

Sideways rain

Heavy torrent

Plantpots topple

Ground soaked

Puddles appear

Pedestrians scatter

Roadway flooded

Cars slowing

Trees swaying

Rain hisses

Foliage swishes

Traveling shower

Soon passes

Wind drops

Rain stops

Clouds drift

Blue skies

Sun shines

Road dries

Plantpots restored

Nature attacks

Nature resists

Nature survives

Step outside

Bright skies

Splashing puddles

Smiling eyes

storm chasers

the bay is being lashed by a Nor’easter

whitecaps zip along

waves batter the marsh

the wind pushes the tide back

even low tide is a flood condition

storms crash overhead

rain pelts down

the sky and the sea rage in anger

trees sway in high winds

broken limbs litter the ground

a solitary bird perched on a platform

facing into the storm

I wonder what he is thinking

is he patiently awaiting the storm to pass

or is he too tired to seek shelter

maybe he is a storm chaser

reporting back to the birds in shelter

like those crazy TV weather reporters

who stand in floods and lean into winds

clinging to their microphones

As they tell us how bad the storm is

next time you watch the severe weather reporters on location

look for the storm chasing bird on the platform behind them

Pea soup and tea lattes

I woke up to dense fog today

it reminded me of English weather

back in the days when coal was burned

in homes factories and power stations

the smoke from burned coal

would react with the fog

to create a dense blanket called smog

it was real health hazard

many people suffered respiratory distress

driving was very dangerous

as visibility was severely reduced

multiple pile ups were common

I remember walking to school in the smog

with a scarf over my face

struggling to see across the road

suffering smog induced asthma attacks

it was particularly bad in cities

the fog also trapped vehicle emissions

it could hang around for days

you could easily get lost in it

George Gershwin wrote a song about it

a foggy day in London town

some perceived foggy days as romantic

describing them as pea soupers

during the great London smog of 1952

more than 10,000 people died

and many more got sick

it was a huge environmental disaster

eventually the government woke up

coal burning was gradually fazed out

smog has since become less dense

Starbucks now sell tea lattes called London fog

Beautiful day

Beautiful day

Clear skies

Birds sing

Fluffy clouds

No rain

Gentle breeze

Pregnant pause

Winds roar

Racing clouds

Darkness looming

Roaring thunder

Blackness descends

Howling winds

Rustling leaves

Trees swaying

Birds silent

Crashing thunder

Lightening flash

Torrential rain

Instant flooding

Angry skies

Booming thunder

Lightening strikes

Torrential downpour

Floods everywhere

Rain stops

Still sounds

Steam rising

Floods subside

Clouds disperse

Blue skies

Birds sing

Beautiful day

I feel sorry for the wind

I feel sorry for the wind

he is truly homeless

always on the move

when he is not with you

he is blowing by elsewhere

invisible but forceful

sometimes light and gentle

damaging when in a rage

rain and snow are the gifts he brings

leaves rustle when he arrives

a still pond ripples in his presence

waves pound the beach at his command

when uncertain he gets gusty

why is the wind so unforgiving

if you do not move at his pace

and in the direction he chooses

he will push you around without mercy

adored by kite fliers

worshipped by yachtsmen

feared by cyclists

he is a sad lonely restless bad tempered old man

always hides his face but you can tell when he is there

constantly searching for the peace he will never find

perhaps he had a disturbed childhood

or a very bad relationship breakup

he refuses to go to therapy

I feel sorry for the wind

We forgave him

The morning started bright and sunny

Before the light dimmed

Dark clouds drifted in

Banishing the sun from our sky

It started with a few small drops

Bigger drops appeared

Heralding a huge downpour

Jets of rain at 45 degrees

Power washing everything in sight

Water bouncing off the pavement

Bubbles floating in puddles

The grass became soaked

Water beading on every blade

The dry ground resisted draining

Water levels rose fast

The grass was soon submerged

Lashed by the heavy rain

Now the green bed of a lake

A pedestrian ran for cover

Others simply strolled along

Totally drenched

Defiantly stepping in puddles

Wet clothes clinging to their skin

Speeding cars threw up rooster tails

Cyclists gingerly pedaled along

Suddenly it stopped raining

Somebody up there found the stop valve

The ground sucked down the lake

Revealing the sodden green grass

Pedestrians strode on regardless

Pretending it never rained at all

Steam rose from the drying pavement

The sun came out again

Asking forgiveness

For his temporary disappearance

We forgave him