Raining

Posted on July 17, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Climate change, Desert, Environment, Erosion, Flooding, Forest, Life, Rain, Water, WeatherLeave a comment

Water is a wonderful compound, and having rain from the sky is great. The only problem is that with the effects of climate change, rain isn’t always easy to live with.

Into each life a little rain must fall is a quote from a song I think . But in this world it falls either too much, or too little in some cases. There are floods in some countries, while others see no rain for years and deserts expand. Micro bursts of rain dump a mass of rain rapidly in a limited area while the surrounding area remain dry causing havock. We have thunderstorms here that are much larger and more violent than in the past and the same is happening all over the world. And rain also causes erosion which destroys cliffs and washes away soil. When man cuts down forests the ability of trees and plants to store water and allow it to be slowly released is diminished. Rain falls in places like the Amazon which help to regulate the weather systems of the world. Now that the goverment of the country is allowing more deforestation the concern is that the weather and rain patterns will be seriously or even catastrophically affected.

Man (and woman) need to take responsibility and keep this world safe for future generations. Rain gives and takes life.

Out of the rain.

Posted on July 11, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Blogging, Environment, Fiction, Flood, Life, Rain, Sci fi, Short story, Storm, Story, Water, Weather2 Comments

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The storm blew in from the North like a runaway train. The wind threw water against the houses. Cars were lifted up by the flood and were caught on the top of the neat hedges that lined the sides of the street. Out of the maelstrom came a figure of a small man dressed in a black raincoat. Water streamed from him, it flowed out of his sleeves and trouser legs. Tears streamed in rivers from his eyes, nose, mouth and even from his ears.

He was called Beck and he was from the North. He was a water god and he had decided to show mankind his might because of the way the World was being treated. He was angry and the storm was growing into a tornado. He had seen the way forests were being cut back, cars clogging roads, ships travelling half way across the world to deliver the cheapest sweatshop goods.

Beck lifted his arms, words bubbled up from his mouth.

Learn or die! He screamed in a high voice. Learn, or, die !

Old pine tree

Posted on July 10, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Art, Design, Destruction, Life and death, Old, Old pine, Pine, Poem, Poetry, Weather, WindLeave a comment

Old pine tree, gnarled and twisted,

cracked and crumbling,

roots deep in the ground.

Wind rises, pushes against the pine

boughs flying, bent back

air soughing through you limbs

great gusts destroy you.

Old pine, gone.

Looks like rain….. again!

Posted on June 19, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Britain, Flooding, Life, Low pressure, Rain, raindrops, River, Thunder, Water, WeatherLeave a comment

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Rain, some people never get any, others get monsoons. Here in temperate Britain we get our fair share but the South East gets less. Up here in the Midlands we usually have reasonable amounts and we rarely have hose pipe bans.

This year we had a really mild February followed by a wet and windy spell. Now in June the temperature is lower than usual and we are stuck under a low pressure area, so it keeps raining. Don’t expect to get enough vitamin D either. It’s overcast and grey.

Apparently the Jet Stream in the upper atmosphere if swinging backwards and forwards, sending Low pressure areas down riwards us or up from the bay if biscay. High pressure and a stable weather situation seem far away.

The weather in the east has been very bad for a change and there are floods in Lincolnshire. Rivers have burst their banks, and as a lot of the land is below sea level, the embankments and river edges are overflowing. Homes have been flooded. Life is interesting.

Thunder

Posted on June 14, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Blank verse, Environment, Lightening, Poem, Poetry, Short poem, Thunder, WeatherLeave a comment

Thunder unravels the sky

Lightning flashes coruscate over the ruins

The world spirals around you.

Forcing the trees to bend down to your power.

Thors hammer beats the ground.

Another flash, a bough falls.

Stones crash and crump

Thudding down onto the ground.

Your hands conduct a symphony of gestures.

One more flash, then you are gone.

Out of touch

Posted on June 13, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Driving, Environment, Life, Lodge, Motorways, Rain, Travel, Weather, Wet, Wood, Yorkshire2 Comments

We have just come back from a very wet Yorkshire. We stayed in a lodge in the woods. It was very nice, but damp.

There is a lake at the place where we stayed and we saw ducks and geese with youngsters walking through the woodlands. The only shame is that they are going to cut down some of the trees so people can get WiFi. I’d rather go without it and keep the trees.

We drove out to Fountains Abbey and I tried to draw it but the rain was coming down and the ink pen ran. However we had some very nice food in an Italian restaurant by the side of the River Wharfe.

Now I think I need an early night. I will try and catch up with WordPress over the next couple of days.

Raining

Posted on May 27, 2019May 27, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Climate change, Cloudburst, Damp, Environment, Hail, Life, Microclimate, Rain, Water, Weather, WetLeave a comment

We haven’t had much rain lately but today it bucketed down, rain was falling so heavily it overwhelmed the gutters of the house and was pouring so fast it filled up two empty milk bottles outside the front door. There was hail mixed in with it. Small lumps of ice hitting your windows and bouncing over my tomato plants outside.

Rain storms seem fiercer than the gentle rain of heaven from Portia’s speech in Shakespeareof yesteryear. Now we have cloudbursts, like a sponge being wrung out. All the water dumped like being under a waterfall.

I don’t know about “singing in the rain” more like swimming in the rain!

Mallaband-Brown

Tag: Weather

Raining

Out of the rain.

Old pine tree

Looks like rain….. again!

Thunder

Out of touch

Raining