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xiphias ([personal profile] xiphias) wrote2006-01-18 01:35 pm

Wow, that's a lot of wind and rain

I can feel the house shake on some of the gusts of wind. I think I've GOT to go out for a walk in this. This is great.

[identity profile] i-aldarion.livejournal.com 2006-01-18 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Beware the rain, esp. if you have glasses. It's viciously determined to drench EVERYTHING. I am as wet and soggy as a drowned rat after making a one-block trip. XD The wind even stole my scarf and blew it across Brookline Ave, although someone was kind enough to snag it before it ran any further, and gave it back to me.

[identity profile] dandelion-diva.livejournal.com 2006-01-18 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Oooh, you could totally pretend to be a mime. ;)

Gessi

[identity profile] metahacker.livejournal.com 2006-01-18 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Beware branches. We had to turn back due to falling things.
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[personal profile] rosefox 2006-01-18 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
The office building I work in was making alarming groaning noises earlier.

[identity profile] any-contingency.livejournal.com 2006-01-18 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Two transformers on the street behind the Dunkin's on main in melrose popped a couple hours ago, and there still is no power on that block.

[identity profile] kelfstein.livejournal.com 2006-01-18 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
My favorite time of the year to go for walks is on windy fall days when the leaves rattle and fall.

[identity profile] aranel.livejournal.com 2006-01-19 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
From "Wind," by Ted Hughes

This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
Winds stampeding the fields under the window
Floundering black astride and blinding wet

Till day rose; then under an orange sky
The hills had new places, and wind wielded
Blade-light, luminous black and emerald,
Flexing like the lens of a mad eye.

...

The wind flung a magpie away and a black-
Back gull bent like an iron bar slowly. The house

Rang like some fine green goblet in the note
That any second would shatter it. Now deep
In chairs, in front of the great fire, we grip
Our hearts and cannot entertain book, thought,

Or each other. We watch the fire blazing,
And feel the roots of the house move, but sit on,
Seeing the window tremble to come in,
Hearing the stones cry out under the horizons.