I stick my hands in them while walking from time to time. You know, it’s those little things…
Limbo, everybody limbo, limbo all the day slipping under the highway cables then standing straightening up feeling a little woozy, actually more than that and onward. Gray days while March lets the seasons argue with each other as it does taking no sides though many prisoners. Hot, cold, warmer, cool, turbulent winds and rain and then sun, don’t get used to 70 for tomorrow it may snow sounds like normal midwestern weather on any given day but now it’s everyday. Listen to that wind whistling, yes whistling, foreboding, thunderstorms coming again. Maybe March rains will bring April flowers and bump up the first day of summer to May. Sounds reasonable. Not a new theme, it’s all been said before but there’s more than one way to put things like more than one way to skin a cat, an interesting idiom. Need to remember that one for an English lesson. Surprise and controversy instigating conversation like the many ways to say hello?
One can only hope.
Looking out the window as the sky shrugs off light
I think about March and the turmoil it brings
Such a rocky month
Especially this last week
Nothing but rain and severe weather threats
During unseasonably warm
But March swears no allegiance to any season
Leaving nothing unseasonable about its change
Going out like a lion came in like a lamb
Runs through my mind
How does that saying go?
But I heard it both ways in my youth
So if doesn’t do one it’ll do the other
It certainly didn’t come in like a lion
But it’s going out like one as far as I can see
What does that mean
The best place to look
The Farmers Almanac
The only dependable book and weatherman we have
Has been over time
For years and years
That prediction just a saying it clears once and for all
About lions and lambs
We all hope for the best is the best we can do
March doesn’t rest is all that we know
Read further down to see
What could be the most accurate forecast?
I’m not surprised at what I read
Northeast, New England’s increasing clouds
Becoming unsettled is to say the least
They’ve had mounds of snow
I know, it’s where some of my family resides
Midwest where I am more stormy weather
Another tornado watch
On a quiet night a surprise
But more rain all the same
And those winds kicking up, had whistled around all day
The sun peeks through now and again
Not interfering with winter’s duel with spring
Saying goodbye isn’t easy
More often tears it does bring
From what I’ve seen that’s a perfectly broken heart
Don’t mess with Mother Nature
The origin of Alpha
The Sun remains patiently for the clouds to move on
April may bring showers or wait until May
I’ve seen that before too
I turn toward the door
More light coming through on this gray day
All perfect gray hues except there’re greens
New greens pale not yet bold
Broken cookies left on the railing haven’t yet washed away
Is that why the birds haven’t eaten them?
Food for thought
Anyway, March the Lion has a few more days
I am very tired not from anything constructive that’s kept me so occupied all day but from relaxation. True that with each thing I did, like washing my face, I cleared the sink off, sprayed it down and cleaned it, finally got to the mirror and removed splash spots and going to the bathroom I put a new tablet in the tank and washed the bowl. I’d been peacefully asleep but the winds picked up to the point of rattling windows as if they would blow out of their frames, well more accurately it sounded as if the wall might be ripped open while rain slapped the side of the building. Kind of like sleeping through a tornado it wouldn’t have been impossible to sleep through it all but this sensation insisted on presenting itself that I could be getting very wet very soon. “Oh, the towel” that’d been draped over a chair on the balcony made me wonder if it were still there not that it would have more of an impact than a wall being torn off a building. Nonetheless I got up to check and was surprised when I went to its rescue it just wasn’t that wet. Is this scenario, or should I say this time around the bark of the elements was worse than their bite? I don’t even care if that sentence makes sense. That towel I now have hanging in the bathroom with a fan blowing on it to dry is making the entire place smell wonderfully fresh. Now that’s worthwhile.
And I’m annoyed with myself for letting this thing distract me when all I want to do is close my eyes.
While I’m thinking of it I’m taking my stuff into the bedroom. Maybe I’ll stop typing and find a movie to lull me back not that I think it’ll take much effort on my part to nod off. There goes that wind again pushing the unseasonably warm out of the way of the cold it should be. Huh, says who… Is that thunder? There’s the rain again that shouldn’t be here, by now it was supposed to have stopped. Do the weathermen really know for sure? Mother nature smiles a “the hell you say”.
In any case like I said, I am tired and for the last time I’m going to read this thing through. Though under the covers my slippers aren’t keeping my feet warm and my flannel shirt isn’t keeping the rest of me warm.
She’d just stepped out of the shower. How Janine hated this rainy weather wreaking havoc with her sinuses causing her head to be clogged most of the time and making voices sound like they were in a tunnel. She grabbed a plush towel twisting its corner as tight as she could, cramming it into one ear then the other to dry them. She hoped that’d do the trick.
“Well, they’re dry but this is new; what is that ringing in my ears? Nothing like Santa’s bells.” She was reminded of a child receiving a Christmas bell so he’d always believe.
“Nope. This isn’t it. Terrific.”
The prompt for this week is:
“…but what is that ringing in my ears?…”