andyholmfirth
Weather Map.
Lines of wind and rain packed together in black grey humidity.Push a sweeping cloud base ever lower.Pouring over bleak soaked hills.Roaring above perpendicular white burns.Deafening and drowning thoughts.Creeping up Strath Nethy nervous amongst shattered rock and scree.By that cold clean burn I brew tea.To make things right.And gaze.Soaking into a melancholy weatherscape of dark shadowed crags.Black coffin ridges.The wind shreds feelings.Tears them into the cold depression.Dark tempered isobars are the unseen perpetrators.The wind rattles on but I know an end will come.When the weather map moves on.
PS I cheered up when the sun came out
Weather Map.
Lines of wind and rain packed together in black grey humidity.Push a sweeping cloud base ever lower.Pouring over bleak soaked hills.Roaring above perpendicular white burns.Deafening and drowning thoughts.Creeping up Strath Nethy nervous amongst shattered rock and scree.By that cold clean burn I brew tea.To make things right.And gaze.Soaking into a melancholy weatherscape of dark shadowed crags.Black coffin ridges.The wind shreds feelings.Tears them into the cold depression.Dark tempered isobars are the unseen perpetrators.The wind rattles on but I know an end will come.When the weather map moves on.
PS I cheered up when the sun came out