Give me the cold and grey The picturesque monotone Of a watercolour painting Brush strokes in variations of British weather Enchant me with silver skies Charm me with hard granite and rocky outcrops Offer me storm clouds as love tokens And downpours as a sign you're missing me Give me the cold and grey
Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #264: Picturesque | Word count: 54
The letterbox clatters, a gong sounding in the early morning hush. Now broken.
Rain falls, pulsating in waves, dancing along the street to its own mixed tempo rhythm.
Fences rattle and sway, daring the wind to try harder.
Tree limbs thrash and snap, an angry whip cracking, tapping and tickling windows, bending one way then another, under the influence of this swirling mass of Mother Nature’s energy.
The air carries a song; its timbre is quiet one moment, building to an apocalyptic crescendo the next.
Verses come and go, and in the silence between, we wait…
This was originally posted on this site in March 2016. You can find that post here.
The letterbox clatters, a gong sounding in the early morning hush. Now broken.
Rain falls, pulsating in waves, dancing along the street to its own mixed tempo rhythm.
Fences rattle and sway, daring the wind to try harder.
Tree limbs thrash and snap, an angry whip cracking, tapping and tickling windows, bending one way then another, under the influence of this swirling mass of Mother Nature’s energy.
The air carries a song; its timbre is quiet one moment, building to an apocalyptic crescendo the next.
Verses come and go, and in the silence between, we wait…
About the random photos: They were taken this afternoon, after the weather here had settled down after Storm Katie.
Sammi Cox 