Some would have called it a “foul’ day, grey and wet and windy. For the time of year, even chilly.
Yet as it ended, what a palette of colour it produced!
Blues I had never seen before.
In the middle of all the rain, a strange light had appeared, as if radiated from the earth itself and although it was faint, a rainbow appeared.
This phenomenon, something else I had never witnessed before. Somewhere, light was getting through that crack!
This time of year, I prefer an overcast, stormy sky.
It gives more definition to a scene. Those long periods of flat, washed-out blue, heat-hazed skies oppress me.
Those cloudless, hot days of summer exhaust me.
Like the garden, I feel dried up, parched and devoid of energy.
Reluctant to move.
So I celebrate the days when Nature wakes us up:
But I pray to no rain God. What I dislike someone else may crave. We each must enjoy our own moments.
Lovely photo’s … the changing colours of the sky – it’s quite amazing!
Beautiful sky pictures!