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Severity of
the Weather [Kind of a
nonsense poem that kind of makes sense] It’s never whether weather’s ever sever (Er that’s sever to make that clear) Rather gather data over whether Weather’s ever clear Never
ever tether to a premise, Promising prediction to adhere, To prompt predictability my dear For all eventuality conforming to formality, Throws records of eternity on their ear It’s
never ever whether weather’s sever (Let me make that clear, I mean sever) Let alone inclement in its element, Elementally intent, On happening here All
possible permutations, Of precipitating actions, Of any originations, From whatever usual nations, Inclemently re-situation, Will happen as they happen, Will happen as by happenstance, Quite near It’s
ever whether weather’s ever sever (Sever my dear, this seer says sever) Forecast of past and present, May be present, Presenting patterns bright and brightly clear Guaranteeing sunshine or a heat wave, (Inclement to the point of being grave) Yes listen, pitter-patter – Yes my dear Oh listen pitter-patter – Oh my dear As ever wetter weather we can hear Pitter-patter Pitter-patter Pitter-patter Oh
dear! A Raindrop’s
Heart: A rain tanka Dust
motes float in cloud Attracting moisture; gathers Each a droplet’s core This minute particle falls The heart of just one
raindrop The Rain Cycle – Shall I Continue? [There
is a verbal version of this that really brings it home –This one gets
repeated faster and faster till I run out of breath] Sun on the sea heats the oceans – Air takes on
the water as it evaporates – Warm air rises mobilising moisture – In upper
cold air vapour re-liquefies – Minute droplets adhere to dust particle hearts
– Surface tension of liquid is sticky – Cloud movement constantly causes
droplet collisions – The bigger the raindrop the heavier it gets – Rain
falling on high ground wants to flow down – Water particles flow together
ever lower – Streams form and hurry to meet by the meadow – Rivers develop
slowly, steadily flowing – Gravity pulls all water down to sea level – Moon
makes the tides and moves millions of tonnes – shall I continue? - Admiral Sir
Francis Beaufort Takes Walk [An extract
from the ballad] Force
nought hehe hehe hehe [Calm - 0-1 km/h] Admiral Beaufort went for a
walk Went for a walk did he Looking up he saw rising
smoke Calmly straight and free Force nought, he thought Force nought hehe hehe hehe Force
one pitpat pitpat pitpat [Light air – 1-5 km/h] Then high he pointed by in
the sky See the smoke is starting to
fly Drifting lazily this way and
that Fresh, he walked, pitter pat Force one - drifting on Force one pitpat pitpat
pitpat Weather
Fronts Troops
attention! We are the . . . Warring Air Resistance
Movement Eyes front! W.A.R.M. Gather! – Mass! Warm front Form a leading edge And lean in Face up for a frontal
depression [!] Polar ice the enemy Push! They’ll soon fizzle Cold front is beginning to
bulge Get ready to drizzle [!] It’s got under us! Lifting us – Ridging us We strategically spiral Give ‘em stratus! Send in our stratocumulus Ready, rain clouds! Fire lightening loud Dispersing their wisps of
cirrus Yet – get serious Oh no! They are pushing cirrostratus at us They have taken our ground Forecasters seek all around Winds scream ‘They’ve got a jet stream’ At 9000 metres Just beneath us ‘ Fires and flies like a
snake It won’t be able to loop Look! That as a mistake It’s under and rising Going over and diving Digging a trough – It goes
off! Providing a pivot – We swirl Turn together Cold front wins with stormy
weather Altostratus at us They are employing their
nimbostratus [!] All they have left are their
Cumulanimbus Pah – They are out of ammo Nothing but fluff They give way And we say ‘Come on clear skies’ Cold front dies And we shine ‘Come on cumulus, Fly with us’ We blow the storm open wide Shine Shine Shine Haiku Money
spider flies Over busy gardener Dancing
in the sun |
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