Watching Monday from the window
An overfull sky continues to leak its way through my days.
Drizzled upon these days are odd minutes delivering nothing more than a slip of silent drips, but they are in the minority: others band together with impatient seconds, until, as fully rounded hours, they unleash their song in rods of pure white torrential screams hard upon my frowning roofline.
Hitting the sodden ground, the rods of pure white song stir up trails of tannin tea from between the squelching, mulched, puddled toes of watchful trees...
5 Good eggs say hi *!*:
I'll probably see some of that squelching next week over east! Over here - dry as a bone! very unbalanced and selective this weather of ours!
Lets hope you don't see too much during your visit, but it would be great if it follows you back over to the west! I can remember just a few years ago when it was dry as a bone over here whilst you were having your coldest Dec/January - Oz is such a big place, the weather is bound to get a bit confused some times ;)
"they unleash their song in rods of pure white torrential screams hard upon my frowning roofline."...I love this post! So many images...you have captured the sound and feel of those torrential rains so well. Keep safe! xx
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looks like autumns already come 2u
These words need to be set to music. They conger powerful images of nature unleashed.
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