Autumn morning in Suburbia

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“It’s too early and way too dark and I cannot see much of anything! So, guess it must be, a November morning!“ Gun Roswell

Autumn morning in Suburbia

Very early, in the morning hours, after, a very quick shower
Looking outside, my window, and here, is what I do know:

It’s the very month of November now, the year gone by, so very fast
I hardly had the time, to really look around, and then it was already past
The moment, and already, the new year soon knocking, at my door
And I had not even bought, any kind of presents, from the store
Because the tradition demanded, that of a celebration, at the turning
Of a new leaf of this so called life, we are supposed to have been living
But, as I turn to take a good look outside, and the similar view I see
Each day, seemingly the same, all year round, except now, it is less green
I know the clock is ticking, and slowly but surely each day, is changing
The view now so familiar to me, but, soon will turn to something completely
Different, and then again, I will be here no more, to watch all the seasons
As they continue their ever lasting rotation, outside this same window
The circle of life some say, and hey, that’s just fine, but then one day
I would really like to stop the time, and take a really good look, anyway

Stormy Weather

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“The forecast, predicted, heavy rain fall, after the night fall, in the dark, only dogs bark. Yeah? Not in this weather!“ Gun Roswell

Stormy Weather

Storm and rain, will leave a totally sordid stain
But trying to sleep and dream, and the to blame
The weather, because you just woke up
From a nightmarish really bad feeling kind of stuff
But it does not matter, one way or the other
Because when you look outside the bedroom window
There it is, still out there, howling, that blasted storm
Alas, you cannot control the weather, and no matter
How many forecasts or predictions you try to follow
Then, trying to catch some zees while the overall outside
Is such a messy breach, of thunder, rain and winds

Then here is what I will suggest for you to do:
Put on a pair of earplugs or noise cancelling headphones
Then, you can sleep through the night, like the dead does
And to develop a great relationship with the weather?
Well, just pick up a camera, a phone or similar and snap away
Some really nice pictures, for the memory, yes, those are great
And admire the nature of creating such a pleasant scenery

A Cold and Stormy Night

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“It was a dark and stormy night, at least, when you turned off, all the lights, and I guess, it was windy too, outside, as the title suggested it, right?“ Gun Roswell

A Cold and Stormy Night

The window view, as I was peeking through, in the darkness of the middle of the night
Most certainly, gave this, always up of a night owl type, quite the heart chilling fright
As the pouring, all soaking rain, was completely leaving, the window surface stained
But then again, it is just the ever changing weather, so who on earth, would complain?

And even if, some of the naturally occurring seasonal changes, sometimes, makes one sad
Especially, when the freezing cold air, is slowly seeping in, no matter how warmly you are clad
But hey, this is only one season out of many, with the types are plenty, or at least, we hope
There might be more of them, coming our way, because I just got myself, a new winter coat

Alas, whether the weather gods above, decide us to allow, some good stuff, more or less
Sunshine, rain, snow or yes, even wind, it will all be good, as long as we get all the variables
And maybe more, so, next time when I peep through the window, to the great wide, outside
I will enjoy the view, no matter what, as performed by Mother Nature, without too much of a whine

Seasonal Skies

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“Just keep on watching the skies, even if you something odd spy, like blue skies!” Gun Roswell

Seasonal Skies

The low hanging clouds of the grey skies
Was the trade mark of this seasonal pie
After all, it was, once again, the time of fall
Even if somehow, the summer, was skipped with five
Or more days, despite the occasional mild
Some might call warm or hot weather on the side
Of May, June, July and perhaps even August went wild
For half a day or so, but I digress, because this
Was supposed to be about skies
Which do not really care that much about the season
Because given even a smallest of reason
The blue skies, will try to push through all
The dark cloud coverage, because they are simply that bold
And even if the clouds hanging low and grey
Will put up, quite the menacing albeit picturesque display
The bluest of blues, are my kind of hues
Snapping, snapping, snapping my clicker away
Wishing, that maybe, this time, they will longer stay

The ever calming rain, over my window pane

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“There is just something so calming about the rain, even if it pounds against the windows, leaving them stained” Gun Roswell

The ever calming rain, over my window pane

The rain fell, so hard, on to the ground
On its way, pounding, on each and every surface, so loud
It woke me up, with a huff, in the middle of the night
And, as I tried to reach, for any kind of light
There was nothing there to find, only darkness
Remained there, for its very cold hardness
Of not being able, to go back to sleep again
And it was all so much, just because of the rain

But as I lay in my ever comforting bed
After finally having stopped tossing and turning, but instead
Started really listening, to the wondrous melodies
Played by the still storming weather, now harmonious
Making sounds outside my small window sills
The calming effects, where starting to slowly feel
On my tired body and mind, finally, shutting down
And before I could think, of anything more
I was in deep sleep, with only sounds of my snores

The rain and the blurry

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“Ain’t nuttin’ wrong with a wee bit if rain, to wash away all of them stinky stains, which all over remain, after, well everything” Gun Roswell

The rain and the blurry

The everyday people, on the streets scurry
Causing, the image take, to get really blurry
As not all of them, seem to be in such a hurry
Or then, it is simply, the ever falling rain
Making all the motions of everyone, exactly the same
Fusing into one and other, on the busy lanes
Causing all the pictures momentarily seen, to each other blend
But, there is no more time, on this specific scene to spend
Even if I would get an umbrella from someone as a lend
It would be impossible, to escape the downpour
The only option would be to pray for sunshine or something more
Alas, for now, the weather as is, even though a spot sore
Will have to do as the allotted time is of the essence
As in this place my current presence
Will need to be hauled out in a few more seconds
So, what ever needs to be captured, during this time
Whether the images blurry or then simply, just fineI have done the job I needed to do, to get by
And so, for now, I am outta here!

Stormy weather at midnight

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“The storm is the most gorgeous thing you’ll ever see, with the lighting striking across the skies, that is, if you are able to stay safely indoors in a warm house!” Gun Roswell

Stormy weather at midnight

A few minutes past midnight
I got quite the unexpected fright
When suddenly, a flash of bright light
Struck across the now darkened skies

There was no sound to be heard
For long moments the air just seems undisturbed
Then, the loud rumbling shook the earth
As lighting struck each and every nerve

The pouring rain soon followed
Pounding the ground until it was almost hollow
The dog walkers of late tried to follow
The trails now gone, only running on shallow

The weather from the calm and easy 
Had soon turned to something sleazy
What seemed like a nice change of pace 
Had become a totally unpleasant else

For several hours the storm in each corner howled
Like something out of a scary movie it pummelled
The trees  to each direction in the hurricane level winds were pulled
As nature had released it’s forces upon us all in full

After watching the display through the window safe
I had dosed off to a restless sleep in short waves
But as morning light cracked against my eyes
The nature was calm again, without any signs of strife

Spring kind of weather, it really is!

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“In the Spring,
I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours”
Mark Twain

Spring kind of weather, it really is!

The grass, looking oh so green
It is finally that time, the time of spring
All them colourful birds, do so loudly sing…

But, then,
Out of the total and unexpected blue
Bigger than life, some of them football size
(honestly!)
Totally white and really cold snowballs
From the now greyed out open skies, start to fall

WTF?

Well, you expected a change in the weather
And, this, this is certainly spring kind of weather!

Umbrella Weather

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“When it rains, stay under the umbrella, when it shines, get yourself a parasol” Gun Roswell

Umbrella Weather

When the rain comes down a pouring
Despite to the weather gods imploring
For some sunshine or at least a break
In the monsoon type of a state
The morning had started already
And no ending was seen ahead
The only option without being soaked
To bring a hefty and large umbrella on board

But then the clouds started breaking
Yeah, there is nothing like nature faking
The blue of the skies soon peeking
And the clouds of greys aside fleeting
A smile emerging on several of a face
Yeah, just because it puts you in that kind of state
Then, soon enough the umbrella will be changed
To a frilly and colourful parasol, out of this place!

Mundane Monday creeping in

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“It’s always darkest, on a Monday” Gun Roswell

Mundane Monday creeping in

Looking out the window
Cannot find a rainbow
Closing all the curtains
Feelings of uncertain
The weather I cannot bend
But at least I can pretend
Turning on all
The colourful lights
In my mind
It is white and bright
At least before it’s time
To make my way outside
And face, the Mundane Monday