When there is heavy rain overhead but a low sun I know there will be a rainbow somewhere. I looked out of the front door and saw this. I got a bit damp and had to change the exposure to get a halfway decent photo. But it came out OK. We also had a few rumbles of thunder, but it’s not been that bad… Last week the rain was far heavier. Tomorrow might be worse.
Having a massive thunderstorm. The rain was drumming on the kitchen roof and my hubby went outside to turn off the electric power outside.
The storm blew over about ten minutes ago but now it sounds like it’s coming back. You can work out the distance it is away from you by watching when the flash happens and then counting the seconds until the thunder rolls again. Every second is half a mile. So if you see the flash and count six seconds. Then the storm is three miles away. Anyway its come back again. About two miles away. The rain gives life I suppose, but everything is very wet now! The thunder I rattling the windows.. I was nodding off but the noise woke me up!
The sky turned orange
The sun crept under the curtain of cloud,
Sneaking out and staring through the rain.
Rainbows end in the murk
Towards the other horizon.
Light spills, then disappears.
The thunder thrills through the air,
Bouncing from chimneys and roofs,
Flash, crash, splitting the new dark.
The storm is here.
This argument has rumbled on all day.
Like a storm gathering.
Like lightning about to strike.
No peace, just discord.
The tension mounts.
Even the cats are on edge.
Not a fight,
A disagreeable disagreement.
Sound and fury,
I’m not going out so no exciting photos…. Its been blowing a gale and raining all last night and today although it seems to have calmed down a bit now. Winds over the north of Wales measured at 94 miles an hour. Flooding in Pateley Bridge in Yorkshire. Trees down, roads flooded. The main road round here is flooded to a depth of three or four feet with cars trapped in the water. The windspeeds over the whole of the UK have topped 80 miles an hour.
There are heavy seas around the coast with reports from Blackpool, Aberystwyth and Dover. Ferries have been cancelled and people who went to an international rugby game in Dublin are now stuck there. The jet stream across the Atlantic is very strong and fast at the moment and planes travelling from America to the UK have had their travelling time cut by about an hour. The fastest plane made the journey in just over four hours, with an air speed about 800 miles an hour. That made it the fastest sub sonic crossing of the Atlantic ever made!
The weather here is set to get colder. Oh what joy.
Boom boom boom thud thud thud, boom boom, thud…. Endless noise from over the road. After a couple of months of quiet the local pub seems to have decided they can go back to their old ways. There is also a storm raging outside so the sound is competing with rain lashing against the windows and howling through the gap round the kitchen window (it’s double glazed but the seal around the opening is not good).
Thud thud thud thud, like a heart beating too fast. Bass beat, what must it do to their bodies, their ears. Deafness in their thirties or forties? Boom boo boom boom boo boom….. Stop it…. Thud… Oh the dreams of revenge I’ve had… Hopefully this is a one off…. Grr… Really.. Grrrr.. Rrr
Today I have done a bit of work around the house, but apart from that I’ve had a quiet day. The weather is cold and windy, I have heard there is a major storm coming in off the Atlantic so I don’t think I will be doing much outside tomorrow. I feel like one of these birds in the tree. Perched up there, trying to huddle and keep warm…..
Spinning cups in the wind
Gale force blowing across the land
Rain falling horizontal
Waves whipped into crazy foam
Crashing over coastal roads
Trees bending over fences
Birds cowering in hedges
Cold is the storm
Ready to snow?
Gales are unfriendly
Viscious and fearful
Great, gusting blow…..
Up the channel between the islands, rushed the tide, waves pushed along the coast, great groynes had been built to stop the long shore drift washing sand along it. Seagulls swooped overhead, floating on the updrafts, silently drifting over the heads of people walking up the salty sands, scoping out victims who had ice creams or bags of chips.
The storm came out of the West, flying clouds darkening, scudding across the sky. The wind rose and fell, rose again, howling. Churning up the sea into foam, like whipped cream, the tops of the waves were being torn off by the winds, waves curled up and over, crashing onto the beach.
A memory of Mount Fuji, the picture of it with crashing waves. That was what it was like. The lighthouse along the coast was flashing, two short flashes, then a gap as the light rotated. Seaweed was torn from its beds, wood and ripped nets were cast up on the shore. The tide rose and swamped the town. Streets were flooded. Life takes note of the raging waves.
This is all in the future. Now there is rushing water, soon there will be storm force winds.
We’ve been waiting all day for the rain and it’s arrived after dark, in torrents. The wind has been blowing strongly, bending trees over, waving branches, bits of twig falling on the road. There is almost a stream of water rushing past the back door. The noise of the rain drumming against the window.
In the UK we don’t have long months of cold rain or months of sunshine. We are at a position in the world where weather comes at us from all different directions. From the East we get freezing winds and snow, from the South, warm winds and heat, from the West, Atlantic storms, or high pressure keeping frost and calm weather over us, and from the North, Arctic winds and snow. And then all of that mixes up and scrambles things even more. Makes for an interesting life!