Thomas Hardy
She wore a 'terra-cotta' dress,
And we stayed, because of the pelting storm,
Within the hansom's dry recess,
Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless
We sat on, snug and warm.
Then the downpour ceased, to my sharp sad pain,
And the glass that had screened our forms before
Flew up, and out she sprang to her door:
I should have kissed her if the rain
Had lasted a minute more.
And we stayed, because of the pelting storm,
Within the hansom's dry recess,
Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless
We sat on, snug and warm.
Then the downpour ceased, to my sharp sad pain,
And the glass that had screened our forms before
Flew up, and out she sprang to her door:
I should have kissed her if the rain
Had lasted a minute more.
My favourite thunderstorm poem. And I am wondering if we are in for some - thunderstorms, not poems. Thursday was sunny again, but everything is refreshed by the rain. Our Green is definitely less brown, and Angela said she woke up hearing both the rain and real joy in the birdsong. We have clouds in the sky, though not rain clouds, and a sparkling wavy sea.
We still haven't had any thunderstorms here though. I have mixed feelings about them. We do need more rain, badly, but our block of flats has been stuck by lightning twice, on one occasion putting out the lifts for three months and on another occasion cracking the plaster in the walls of one of the flats next door.
I am back on my Zimmer this morning - a very painful left foot got me and poor Captain B up in the early hours - so the lifts going out again is not a happy thought.
Oh for perfect health - which is something us poor damaged children of Adam have never yet known. Can we imagine how wonderful it will be?
The photo is one of our Green after a downpour taken by Captain B some years ago. The Green does not look anything like that at the moment.
The Captain is at home today - not metal detecting! And he came back from his shopping with a bag of Victoria plums. They have such a short season, and if you can pick them straight off the tree they are my favourite fruit.
The ones he bought are OK - perfectly edible, but they are not what they can be. Maybe, when the paradise earth is restored, we will have a garden with a couple of Victoria plum trees...
He also bought back a cooking apple, so I am wondering about making an apple and plum crumble for supper. But who knows? Getting myself showered and dressed seem to take up every ounce of my morning energy.
New batteries please!
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