The night was full of wind that ran
Like a strong blind distracted man
About the fields in the loud rain;
The night was full of the wind’s pain.
I looked into the naked air,
Only the crying wind was there,
In wet invisible torment, tossed
About the darkness like a ghost.
My thought in me cried out and sought
Only, like wind, to fly from thought;
But like my thought the wind could find
Nowhere to hide out of the wind…A. Symonds
We’ve gone from biting cold to warmer temperatures today, only to face major storms again tomorrow…we can’t escape it…for those who have other torments beside the weather, there is nowhere to hide…
Low lying mist, rain, snow and wind in Watercolour on Arches Not Paper…view large..