No Joy in Medville

A gray day and pelting rain knocked at my window this morning.
Clouds were tumbling down the mountain trailing tattered edges, snagging them on trees and rooftops.
The Med was gone, swallowed, erased like the rest of the world in a flat gray. An oppressive silence bore down on me. No bird songs, no breeze to ruffle leaves only random mournful drips on flagstone.
Winter Sun is gone. Will he ever come back and warm my skin?

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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20 Responses to No Joy in Medville

  1. Tu es un peu triste, cherie? Tu a deja perdu ton parapluie?

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  2. What about Spring sun? It is coming sooner rather than later.

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  3. ladysighs says:

    I hate a dreary day. What I hate even more than a dreary day is another one or two following one after another. 😦

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  4. pjb1943 says:

    Loved the artistry of your words, Em, just not the picture you painted. I detest COLD, rain, gray days. Hope it got better for you later.
    Paul

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  5. makagutu says:

    Am sending you some sun and blue sky to bring a good cheer

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  6. Clouds were tumbling down the mountain trailing tattered edges, snagging them on trees and rooftops.

    Wonderful. And yes, he will

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  7. A strong sense of scene, and a haunting question.

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