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Oooh! Sinister!

Wow!  I'm sitting here in my chair, looking out of the window of 'atelier Zeuhl', listening to some seriously sinister, thunderous music, and framed in the window is the most DRAMATIC, ominous weather!  The rain is lashing in martial polyrhythms against the window like an extra percussionist (and really, we don't need another one...), the sky is so grey it looks like a 'poison pencil' letter that's been hurriedly erased, and earlier - eek! - the sun was setting behind the hill and the underside of the thick bank of grey cloud that was sliming its way over the sky was tinged a pale orange, like something distant and possibly noxious was on fire.  Now the grey has a spreading smear of black under it and has EATEN the hill completely.

Something profoundly STRANGE is going on, obviously!  What fun! ^_^

Phew - the top of the grey evil cloud has DETACHED itself and looks like it's heading this way!  You know when clouds emerge from their usual 2D backdrop state and suddenly look 3D, as if you could stroke them if you jumped high enough?  Only you don't want to stroke this one.  No sir!!  Your fingernails would go BLACK and your arm would go numb!

Er, d'you think if I put something NORMAL on the stereo it might help...?

Ooh, it gets better!  (Worse...?)  The detached-cloud-bit has blown away and I can now see the hill, but it's just a mound of black, like THE DEVIL'S SLAGHEAP!  With a slice of light behind it, between the grey blanket of cloud and the horizon.

Ahh, I have the best view in England, I'm convinced of it!! ^_^

[EDIT!  Spoooooky... the big, thick, grey layer has broken up into smaller sections, and one large bit has sort of sunk down in front of the hill, looking all milky and nasty like one of those horrid liqueurs - you know the ones I mean...]


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Apr. 8th, 2008 10:17 pm (UTC)
You would be the most awesome weatherwoman on any channel. ;-)
Apr. 9th, 2008 08:10 am (UTC)
That would be fun! I'd come on using words like 'macabre' (normally our weather folk limit themselves to 'dull' or 'gloomy'...) and declaiming a 'weather soliloquy' (instead of employing the usual self-conscious monotone that they use)...
Apr. 9th, 2008 01:19 am (UTC)
i LOVE storms. the bigger the better. when i was a kid living in Montreal, i didn't see very many. the worst we got was an occasional blizzard, which didn't look like much in the suburbs. one of things i love about Pennsylvania is the storms in spring and summer. my parents house is on a peninsula in the middle of a an made lake called marsh creek, and the lightning storms we see there are unreal. i would sit on the porch for hours hypnotized by the sound of heavy rainfall and every strike of the lightning would break the spell.

your descriptions are amazing. i really hope you're doing something with that talent!
Apr. 9th, 2008 08:15 am (UTC)
Ha, yes, there's nothing better than a good storm - as long as you're inside and nothing gets flooded!!

When I was small, my Mum used to tell me that thunder was the sound of 'the angels moving the furniture around'. Gives quite a homely mental image - 'Hmm, God's bought a massive sideboard in the sales by the sound of it...' ;-)
Apr. 11th, 2008 05:29 pm (UTC)
hahaha... awesome. i always heard it was god bowling, but furniture is just as good! ^_^
Apr. 11th, 2008 07:34 pm (UTC)
I love being outside in storms. I stayed at my Dad's house near Milton Keynes a few years ago, and one night we had the single greatest storm I've ever witnessed. It was right above us, and the lightning was turning the whole sky purple. The thunder made the walls shake. And - my favourite bit - the rain was torrential. Small African countries would have been washed off the map. So I, of course, decided to go and stand outside in it. That was fun. And wet.
Apr. 11th, 2008 09:04 pm (UTC)
Ooh, yes. Weird how light drizzle can make you feel so uncomfortable, but getting absolutely soaked can be strangely enjoyable!
Apr. 9th, 2008 02:03 am (UTC)
The rain is lashing in martial polyrhythms against the window like an extra percussionist (and really, we don't need another one...)

You're my literary hero.
Apr. 9th, 2008 08:16 am (UTC)
*is surprised*

Er... are you joking...? ;-)

Edit, edit! Clumsily typed when not fully awake – sorry. I meant to say…

Thanks muchly! Although I’m sure you must be teasing me! :-)

Edited at 2008-04-10 02:50 pm (UTC)
Apr. 10th, 2008 02:54 pm (UTC)
No, I'm not joking with you. Hush, hush.
Apr. 10th, 2008 04:14 pm (UTC)

[*As ever, M.'s brain turns to grey mush in the presence of a compliment! Ok, now it's back to work for me at once! :-)]
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