Oh well, three fine days & a thunderstorm

[cailin maith]

Wonderful weather in Ireland this weekend..... makes me realise that my home town is quite pretty when the sun shines on it....

Then came back to Manc - sun shining (and some decent shoe shops) .....reminds me why I love Manc so much.

I like the sunshine - you lot are fecking miserable....

[SizeZero]

Thunder and Lightening from before 5am until 6.30am (so close that the internal doors were all shaking), at which point Schiphol sent it's entire backlog of delayed flights right over our house

By 10 am it was as humid as it's been for the last 3 days, although I don't think it reached 30 degrees today.

[NickFitz]

Literally as I clicked on the "General" page link to this thread, I heard the sound of a few heavy drops of rain falling against the window...

That was about a minute ago, and it's now teeming down

I'm sure TS Eliot had something to say about such things... ah yes:

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
The jungle crouched, humped in silence.

Then spoke the thunder

DA

Datta: what have we given?
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract,
By this, and this only, we have existed,
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms

DA

Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms his prison
Only at nightfall, aethereal rumors
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus

DA

Damyata: the boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me

Shall I at least set my lands in order?

London bridge is falling down falling down falling down

Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina

Quando fiam uti chelidon--O swallow swallow

Le prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie

These fragments I have shored against my ruins

Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.

Da. Dayadhvam. Damyata.

Shantih shantih shantih