The Clouds This Week
Sonnettous ramblings.
The clouds have been surrounding me this week. They have been raining all their kinds of rain: A pitter-patter, pouring now, then sleet; And many other kinds of rain I cannot name. They sometimes draw apart their lax embrace -- A lattice-work of whitish puff and wettish grey -- And shafts of golden-yellow light the face Of dreary, blissful lands about my place ... And bits of bashful blue can hardly help But wander through to take a look below, And wonder at the strangeness of the lovely, soaking world -- It is a precious sight, a quiet show ... But mostly I've adored the petrichor Rising up from languid mud and rippling pool, Within the dull and homely greyness of the moor. The scent is soft; the wind is slow and sweet and cool. The clouds have been surrounding me this week. I've loved it so; I've barely dared to speak.
This is really beautiful. So true—how the clouds can be.
Wonderful writing, and great job with the recording. This is certainly the time of year for looking up and joining the clouds—I'd say so for both hemispheres! Southern Autumn may have been my favorite season down there. Thanks for the reminder, Peter.