"flood forecast" (Entry 554)

never ending rain:

deluge over many days

more to come, pour on

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Almost there! Just one more day... See you tomorrow...

"Tranquil after the Tempest" (Entry 551)

Tranquil after the tempest.  

Clear and distant. 

World in focus.

Crows call and crowd on cobbled beach. 

Pebbles tumbled like peanuts in a forlorn drunk's bar bowl. 

Ducks fly in haphazard formation,

To smack onto mucky water.

Squadron permission to land - dive into arrival, flap, slap, splash then rest. 

Starlings flit, too many to count

Are they really there?

As they skim sea's surface,

Playing havoc with the eyes,

Dark specks above white wave flecks,

Seeming to exist in numerous realms. 

Spectral dots in spacial dimension. 

Lone seagull fights for territory 

On surf and turf. He can hold his own. 

Calm after the storm?

No fear!

Life goes on, even here. 

"Lift and Lighten" (Entry 549)

Illuminate the night. 

Bring in the bright. 

Make your mark. 

Scare off the dark. 

Time of winter's here. 

Candle spark lessens fear.

Be safe and be together. 

Even in the gloomy weather. 

Lift your spirits away from ill cheer. 

Lighten moods, bring in New Year!

"Stoke and Shivers" (Entry 547)

Cold seeps and instills

Icy diffusion into 

All it caresses

"Winds Turn" (Entry 538)

North winds turn to bound and ground.

East winds turn to whip air and rip.

South winds turn to light up the night.

West winds turn to moon’s tidal ride.

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Thinking of everyone in the UK suffering through these gale force winds. Stay safe and warm. 

"Searing Storm" (Entry 537)

It was the day after the news broke.

Heading our way.

Hot wind in this cold land.

No way for us to leave.

Barricaded windows,

Set our stores 

to the centre of the cabin

and waited.

Might be the lucky ones.

No idea how the packed ice of millennia

would react when it hit.

The hot wind. The searing storm.

World turned on the axis,

changing weather patterns and tides.

Even altering magnetic compass itself.

We waited.

Fearing to speak,

thinking our breath would invite.

Vast three figure mileage tornado to join the silent air.

More than a tornado, more than a storm,

formed from boiling desert temperatures 

whipping razor sharp sand shards into the air,

building, expanding, 

grabbing with greed everything it touches.

Bringing it towards us.

We waited.

We had no idea how the rest of the world had faired.

Communications collapsed.

So we prepared, worried, joked, mourned and waited.

We waited.

"Muddy Shapes in Fog" (Entry 533)

Travelling all night

Reach forest end.

Slow going 

on motorbikes,

dodging the main,

opting for dirt.

Tracks thick with mud,

this time of year.

Riders wearing most of it.

Them and the bikes.

Ears and mouth and guards

full of mud.

Taste of sodden soil, 

wet grass and worse.

Drink from water bottles.

Don’t wash.

Don’t waste.

Mist, their companion.

Throughout the night

lay heavier within the enveloping trees.

Ancient wood stretching out,

deeper than sight could see,

or mind imagine.

Fog swirled around headlamps.

The only bright disturbing the black.

Snapping sound.

Handlebars swung to focus light

to the forest.

Shape in the fog.

Their nightmares became real.

"storms end" (Entry 532)

torrential it falls

raining waves on and on and

until grey storms end

"A Spot of Turbulence" (Entry 521)

Flying on for eight hours now.

London to Los Angeles.

Plenty of miles to go.

Captain made this trip a hundred times.

His bus in the sky.

No problem.

A snitch.

Auto pilot one.

Meal on lap,

when the crosswind hit.

More than turbulence.

Passengers petrified.

Screams seeping through 

the security non-terrorist door.

This was a hijacker of another kind.

Mother Nature’s wraith. 

Don’t doubt the danger of this woman’s scorn.

Actions in natural reaction.

He was the pilot on auto taking control.

Pulling his bus out of swerve and skid,

to smooth out on gentler winds.

He lifted the microphone, 

in caressing tones eased travellers fears.

Then switching the intercom to private and

spoke to one of his delicious but rattled cabin crew.

“Amanda, I’m awfully sorry. 

I’ve been a terrible dolt.

Any chance of a new meal.

I dropped my tray in that tiny jolt.”

"Colder Days" (Entry 513)

Winter’s chill takes on 

an edge. Wrap warm, be happy.

Enjoy colder days.

"Here is the Mood Forecast" (Entry 495)

Drip!

A drop of inspiration,

or a wet puddle of self doubt?

Splash of colour,

or drenched in drab?

A rainbow after the storm,

or just more grey skies?

Sun to follow 

or always downcast?

What’s the forecast to be?

"Wails about Gales" (Entry 485)

Doom and gloom 

Shouted the news. 

Armageddon's blowing down. 

Winds and rains,

Rattled at panes. 

Throughout the fields and the towns. 

Some destruction. 

Sadly deaths. 

Though most can tell the tale. 

Stormy night. 

Caused a fright. 

Onwards goes our time of gales. 

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My love and best wishes to all those affected by last night's/this morning's storms here in the UK.

"The You Forecast" (Entry 475)

There were rainbows once. 

Blue skies too. 

Now all is stormy. 

Without you. 

"A Little Rain" (Entry 468)

Patter on, little rain. 

It's your job, every now and again. 

Pitter on the windowpane. 

I will watch, and here I'll remain. 

Until the time,

When your work is done. 

Then I will leave

To play in the sun. 

"A Ripped Memory" (Entry 464)

A hazy day amongst the grey

Reminds me of that rip

Half a life ago

When you were taken away. 

"Summer Blackout" (Entry 443)

Dogs bark in distance,

Drizzle greets the bleary eye. 

Who switched off summer?

"Summer Dining" (Entry 420)

Outdoors at home by day. 

Al fresco by sea at night. 

Each I relish in their warm delight.

"Forest Days" (Entry 391)

Leaves shaded through dappled glade. 

Sun rays traded against river's wade. 

Heat scorch raided on summer forest parade. 

Boughs bend unaided protect fae where they played. 

To day's dusk now faded and time of moon lights maid. 

Eve music serenaded dream on night's crusade. 

"New Prince" (Entry 387)

New born royal heir. 

Thunder claps your arrival. 

Hail and welcome, Prince.

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Congratulations to William and Catherine, Duke and Duchess of Cambridge on the birth of their son, Prince George Alexander Louis of Cambridge. 

"It's That Time!" (Entry 385)

Kids a-playing. 

Mums a-washing. 

Then mopping up a tear. 

Ice cream floats fizzing. 

Barbecue's a-sizzling. 

Dad's cooking with a beer. 

99's a-melting. 

Rain's begins a pelting. 

Run and hide inside the Pier. 

Picnic by a castle. 

Beach and bingo raffle. 

House! Let out a hearty cheer. 

Suitcase all packed. 

Flight, arrive whacked. 

Let's come again next year. 

Long hot days. 

Red night sky haze. 

Horray! Our Summer's here!