Daily, Weather Report

[scribbliz]

post your local weather; be as creative as you can;


The world feels smaller today; there is no open sky above me. There is a ceiling of low clouds above me. The sky is slate grey, heavy and oppressive. Like the seal on a tomb the solid mass presses down on us, holding us in a likeness of death. Few snowflakes fall, hesitant and far between, as if they too are held down by the cloud above us. There is enough light to know the sun has risen but the covering above us is so thick, one cannot tell where the sun actually is. This is a day of cold and oppression, most notable for its absence of hope.



sorry to start us off with something so dark

[scribbliz]

clouded skies of silver grey, no sign of sun or moon
the softest flakes drifting down, winter's gentle boon
time stands still and snow hangs there, silent in the air
no wind to be found, as flakes softly settle
to lie upon the ground, and the cold will test your mettle

[PaperGrace]

Expectant
Anxious
Excited
The map says the hurricane is upon us.
Tense
Anticipating
Watchful
The sky is dark, swirling, but we remain dry.
Bored
Tired
Grouchy
The wind begins to howl.

Sometimes it doesn't pay to get all prepared, I've used up all the excited energy and now I'm just like "Get on with it already. Gaah."

[scribbliz]

rofl paper! i have never had to prepare for a tornado or hurricane, thankfully. but i have prepared for being snowed in and not leaving my place for a week or two I was pretty young then; we lived in the country, on a dirt road that only went a half mile, so it only connected to a main road on one side. It was long enough ago, that my grandmother shared a party line with her neighbours!

[scribbliz]

the war in heaven rages on,
as feather's fall through dimmest dawn
the clouded skies dull the battles song
as heaven's war rages on

in the clash of battle, warriors sing
as feather's fall from angel's wings
the clouded skies hide the victor's king
as in the clash of battle, warriors sing

(sorry, seems it's another cloudy, snowiy day today, and the snow always reminds me of feathers drifting down, but how would angels loose their wings? why in battle of course)

[Freedom]

All Hallows' Eve and a beautiful brilliant day. The sun is hot through the car window, and the air so clear and mild that I've dressed too warmly. The sky is not perfect though, white films swirl across it far above, enough to turn the sunlight down just a notch -- November is tomorrow.

[scribbliz]

a cool wind blows down from a clear blue sky. a light dusting of white powder covers every surface, like the softest of icings on a rich cake. the air is cool and sharp, just shy of being cold, and the sun shines brightly down on a winter wonderland.

[scribbliz]

ok, so not so daily, but i'm going to start trying to do this again:
I woke this morning in dawn's gentle light. My world was grey, dim, and soft. Walking outside to a cool breeze blowing, and a cloud covered sky. The air had a decided chill to it, and I walked faster to escape the cold.

[scribbliz]

howling, screaming, blowing, tearing, the wind is merciless today; sharp and cold, it rips through the world, wrapping around buildings and only increasing in speed. the sound of it's movements is enough to force a shiver down my spine. I wrap myself more securly in my sweater and wonder why the wind moves so sharply through the city streets.

[scribbliz]

bleak and grey, dawn slowly slips out of the safe haven of the night.
timidly it sheds it's light across our shadowed sight.
dank and damp the ground is muted, colours hidden still
let the warmth of spring arrive, of grey i've had my fill!

(inspired by the sidewalk that was a duller, dimmer, washed out version of the grey it normally is!)