weather wuthering

[lobelia321]

There is much wuthering and blustering. The trees flounce about wildly. I hear noises in the eaves and between the window frames that I normally never hear. This morning, an empty recycling crate was blown right across Hills Road. The woman who does our ironing told me that her neighbour's wheelie bin flew into her garden.

A zipper-shaped or herringbone-shaped patch of blue sky moves by up above. The rest is fast, white-and-grey clouds. In the car, I felt its flanks being buffetted.

Comments

[junalele.livejournal.com]

Beautiful. :D

[miso-no-tsuki.livejournal.com]

There's a haiku in the last line, sorta. Sounds a bit like Basho.
And Tintin icon!!!! *hugs it*