“After the storm has passed, the air is very clean, the waters are calm and well, guess there is some cleaning to be done out on the streets?” Gun Roswell
After the storm
Everything is calm
Surrounded by silence
When roaming the island
Not a soul in sight
A sole bird in flight
The scent of nature
The intoxicating mixture
Enhanced by rain
Hard to restrain
My rejoicement
“it might be raining even storming, but it’s all good for the soil not to mention nature.” Gun Roswell
Thunder and lightning
Onto the ground striking
The stormy weather
Bringing hail and rain
Forget the touch of the feather
No more dreams of the sunny
Time to wake up honey
We are not in Spain
Anymore…
“Something so disturbing it’s almost calming when the storm has raged for so long and the calm is finally here, now it’s time to breathe, until the next front comes through” Gun Roswell
After the storm
Everything is calm
Surrounded by silence
When roaming the island
Not a soul in sight
A sole bird in flight
The scent of nature
The intoxicating mixture
Enhanced by rain
Hard to restrain
My rejoicement
“And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow” Gilbert K. Chesterton
When it Rains it Pours!
The rain came down a pouring
The sound loud as roaring
Frozen drops, balls of hail
No time to stop and flail
Pounding hard onto the ground
A safe harbour needs to be found
The nature showing it’s full force
When it rains, then it pours
“The weather is totally messed up these days, guess we are all in for a huge big climate change” Gun Roswell
The stormy snowy wintery weather
The image seen, when looking out the window, a messy kind of scene, unexpected on many levels as the dream, for a fun filled winter’s day now in a pile of gooey stuff lay, as the plans of a fun filled snow day flew literally out the window upon seeing the horrid marks left on the window like someone had blown all the sleet haphazardly on the go, smashing and smushing it all, and the winds blowing with so much gusto, were creaking inside the sills and doorways, even tapping on the tin of the roofs, complaining of too much noise as the levels not the choice for a calm winter day, but despite the dismay, it was still great for those whom inside would stay, perhaps in front of the warming fires to lay, read a book or watch a movie, just something soothing for the nerves at the weekend as messing with the outside weather would not be a good option, not today, not when the storms were making their concoctions out of the snow, rain and ice, definitely nothing too nice.
“There is always a ray of sunshine, after a long stormy night, at least, that is what some people say, in the midst of all the dismay“ Gun Roswell
Sunshine in the horizon after the storm
The storm had been roaring in the midst of the small valley for a long while now. The seas grey and ominous as were the skies and the dark clouds a permanent shroud, with thunder and lighting the only distraction from the otherwise dull and dreary existence, lasting as long as anyone even cared to remember.
But then, something was happening, all of a sudden, there in the distance. A glimpse of blue midst all the grey and dark hues. A ray of hope perhaps, but was it here to last, or just a teaser, before another bout of rain and storm was upon. No, it was not, as the longer the dwellers glared out there in the horizon, there was something else on the rising, as the more they glared, the brighter and clearer the skies became.
And soon enough, a glimmer of a bright light started moving all them dark clouds as the sun was emerging beyond the ridge, behind the tallest mountain, moving all the obstacles away, with the strong rays of hope now filling the once gloomy and hopeless skies.
“The storm has finally past, and the sun is setting over the darkening horizon, but, this moment will not last as there is surely a new storm on the rising“ Gun Roswell
Calmest after the storm has passed
The skies were clearing up, the greys of the day no longer on display. Instead, a calming blue hue a compassed the horizon, indicating the rising of a sunset, soon to paint the skies red, but before that would happen and the moon would take its place up there lighting the glowing sphere of land and water, the warming rays of the sun peeking out before it was time to turn out the lights, lulling those dwellers large and small to a sense of security, that no matter what kind of events causing turmoil and scare and panic, usually, it would all pass after all these moments would not longer last, than any other of their kind, not the moonlight, not the sunshine or the worst wind factors or even rain mild. Because as of now, it was once again peace and quiet over the lands and waters, and those who were not bothered, by these changes happening around them, would enjoy each and every type, even if it meat that sometimes they needed to fight, for survival, but in the end, all that which was spent, was rewarded with a break of total silence in the calming moment after the storm had passed by, and there was no reminders left high up in the darkening skies.
“It’s that season again we have dreaded all autumn long, you know, the one when snow starts to fall” Gun Roswell
First snow fall in Autumn
The early morning hours, feeling sleepless and restless, so sneaking a peek, through the curtains thick, which were designed to make me sleep, but tonight we’re working not. Spying the very horrors hoped to have been able to be avoiding this year around, alas the dreaded weather gods, in their very wisdom had decided, the overwhelming warmth of summer now passed were throwing some cold kind of shade onto our paths. As what did I with my own two eyes in the middle of the night spy, but severe snow fall, the ground now covered in the supposed fluffy white! I was so shocked and surprised I could not even cry, as if having been thrown from one deep end to the other without any kind of breath, all the air left to breathe now gone, as the shock of it way too strong. Yeah, I know it’s just weather, just the thing to perhaps expect during this season, but as theses days it seems, to always be the extreme of this and that and unusual high or low, then yeah, guess my shock was not that surprisingly strong?
“The storm is rising. I can feel it, and also see it in the horizon” Gun Roswell
The storm in the horizon
The dark clouds are gathering, up there in the high skies
Filled with water and thunder, off the makings of a storm they cry
And without any lies , I watch them getting closer, my face a smile
Why? Just because the constant heat, had no kind of relief
And as I stand by and look at the nature gathering its bile
I know this event will be the one you might call a heavens sent
Because in this ever changing world, you never know which way
Is the way you are hurled, and despite the ominous nature of the weather
Somehow you can still rely on the tether, holding you safe in the place
As the storm makes its way over you, letting it happen the best bet
Although there is nothing you can do but to it let and not to forget
To try and stay out of its way, and where possible to indoors stay
It might not always be that pleasurable of an encounter
But just remember it is part of the cycle of Mother Nature
And once it has passed because it won’t last, you can once again laugh
“Standing in a snow storm in the middle of the night, even if the ground is so totally shiny white, there is no way to find a way home, tonight” Gun Roswell
In the middle of a snow stormy night
The snow all around me, it is all I can see, as even the familiar home street, looks so strange to me. Navigation all but gone, but I have to stay strong, so not to steer wrong, as all the bright whiteness around me, is causing havoc on my senses, and I feel helpless as I am not able to see ahead, even in this supposed brightness. The coldness seething through my clothing, despite the thermal folding, but to hope I am holding, trying to figure out away, to get back on track and be on my way, back home. But feelings of all alone, in the snowy dessert, I am getting less and less confident in my own abilities, and near by there are no facilities, to have a respite, while waiting for the bulk of it, to pass by. As he storm keeps on, I wander further away, fatigue coming on and then, I know the drain of the effort is too much and Roth that last thought, I stumble down to the ground. Tired, cold and shell shocked, I close my eyes and remain lying on the very place I dropped. It could not be stopped and as I freeze, close to death, seemingly nothing left, I see it, the sign, slightly buried, but mostly fine. The address I had been looking for, is under the snow stored and with my last strength I push up to full length and start walking again, towards the direction the sign states. With only the hope on my side, in the middle of the open white and wide, I know I can finally find my way back, home, even if it may take a while too long. Thinking as I move slowly, damn the storm, for I, am still, strong.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 