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Oh, there's so much scope for imagination in a wind! Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables Cussing the weather is mighty poor farming. I hate the snow, and I love it.
So I bundled up and went for a walk that ended in the university library. It plays on every bush and tree a different harmony, whistling in the thornbushes, surging in the pines and firs, rustling in the evergreens, in winter chanting a mighty anthem in the bare branches, in summer playing a gay, whispering tune among the leaves. Listen to its shivering voice in the winter grass, the silky swish of its music in summer meadows, the dry whisper of its song in rushes and reeds.
There is wonder in that wandering call in spring woodlands, when first it murmurs from afar, an almost inaudible stir and rumour, growing louder and ever louder as it sweeps through the forest and cries triumphantly in every tree. Never silent, never still, the restless wind seeks everywhere some instrument on which to play its enchanting music. Spurgeon Only those in tune with nature seem to pick up on the energy in wind. All sorts of things get swept off in the breeze — ghosts, pieces of soul, voices unsung, thoughts repressed, love uncherished, and a thousands galore of spiritual ether.
Rolling thunder rends the ear, Seems to shake earth's solid sphere; Hill and dale prolong the sound, Echoes deep each cavern round; Till afar, in distant skies, Fainter still, it fades and dies.
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Come outside and watch the thunderstorm. The sky splits open. The kids jump up from their seats, grab hands, and dance to bring the rain down. Nobody's dollars bought this moment. The sky's for free. Moraga, "From Inside the First World: Then there rises from the ground a cool and penetrating aroma, the scent of the dry soil saturated The first cool gusts blow through windows left open until the last possible moment Beard —tweet, May 26th The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare, And the last fragments of the storm, Like shattered rigging from a fight at sea, Silent and few, are drifting over me.
Shining pavements rainbow shades Thin thoughts whispering about me Splutter soft and plash my shelter An Illustrated Weekly Journal of Horticulture In All Its Branches, May 8th sunlight shimmering through a leaf-clung raindrop so heavy it has to fall but so happy it can't like a rainy jewel, sparkly after the storm a hummingbird lands on the tree and whoosh!
How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?
This morning shone as bright as if it meant to make up for all the dismalness of the past days. Clouds and colours of every varied dawn and eve are perpetually touching and turning it from clay to gold, or from gold to ivory.
There is a line of woodland beyond a corner of my garden which is literally different on every one of the three hundred and sixty-five days. Sometimes it seems as near as a hedge, and sometimes as far as a faint and fiery evening cloud.
Lightning in the Bible
Or are ye angels, bearing home The host unseen Of truant spirits, to be clad Again in green? Tabb, "Phantoms" In what bold relief stand out the lives of all walkers of the snow! The snow is a great tell-tale, and blabs as effectually as it obliterates.
I go into the woods, and know all that has happened. I cross the fields, and if only a mouse has visited his neighbor, the fact is chronicled. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance. This never would have happened, If raindrops all fell up! Now is the time before the wind rises, or the sun has shone, to go forth and see the snow on the trees. The clouds have lifted somewhat, but are still spitting snow a little.
The snow has fallen so gently that it forms an upright wall on the slenderest twig. The agreeable maze which the branches make is more obvious than ever, and every twig thus laden is as still as the hillside itself.
The pitch pines are covered with soft globular masses. The effect of the snow is to press down the forest, confound it with the grasses, and create a new surface to the earth above, shutting us in with it, and we go along somewhat like moles through our galleries.
The sight of the pure and trackless road, with branches and trees supporting snowy burdens bending over it on each side, would tempt us to begin life again. The snow lies handsomely on the shrub-oaks, like a coarse braiding in the air.
They have so many small and zigzag twigs.
Under the covert of the night the storm breaks loose. The heavily breathing earth, no longer passive, starts, turns with exhilarant response under a torrent of tingling rain The swirling song of the storm calls to some dim, long-forgotten instinct, which is suddenly unleashed. I am athirst for the unencumbered impact of the rain My shoulders are mantled in running scarves of rain Over and through all, the soaking, palpable darkness, penetrating deep, deep, to the heart of the earth.
The grass and the trees have seemed to remain at a standstill, as though waiting for something. When I pour waterpot after waterpot of water about the roots of some favourite or needy plant, the water runs off the caked ground It refreshes and cools his heart and brain; he longs to go forth into the fields, to feel its steady stream, to scent its fragrance; to stand under some heavy-foliaged chestnut-tree, and hear the rushing music on the crowded leaves.
You hear a patter And then the gracious rain comes, gathering its forces—steady, close, abundant.
Thunder Quotes (77 quotes)
Lean out of window, and watch, and listen. It is beautiful in the Midsummer, when it comes in light, soft showers, or, more in earnest, accompanied with thunder-music, straight and heavy; when, as the poet says— "Rolling as in sleep, Low thunders bring the mellow rain.
Hope and his companion, Vanillefollow him, and after saving the pair from a Cie'th ambush, Snow has the two stick with him. Snow and the others witness Serah's crystallization. Serah asks Lightning to save Cocoon and crystallizesa tear-shaped crystal falling from her grasp into Snow's hand. This bewilders the group, as turning into crystal means a l'Cie has completed their Focus. Snow remains optimistic, as the legends state l'Cie who complete their Focus gain eternal life, but Lightning believes Serah to be dead.
Snow begs Anima to return Serah, offering to become a l'Cie in her stead, but Lightning and Sazh—who has his own motive for hunting down the fal'Cie—attack it. Snow joins their plight only to be branded a l'Cie along with everyone else. Snow awakens with the rest of the group in Lake Bresha, unscathed, believing Serah had kept them from harm. They try to discern their Focus from a hazy vision they shared, but only recognize the legendary beast Ragnarok is somehow involved.
While the others believe their Focus is to destroy Cocoon, Snow believes it is to save it as Serah had asked. Now enemies of the state, they evade pursuing PSICOM troops by crossing the crystallized lake when they come across Serah's crystallized form lodged in a formation. While the others keep moving to evade the army, Snow stays to dig Serah's crystal out.
After taming them, he is apprehended by Cavalry troops being led by another Pulse l'Cie named Fang. Along with Serah's crystal, Snow is taken aboard the Cavalry airshipthe Lindblumwhere he meets their leader, Cid Raineswho reveals his mission to free Cocoon from the fal'Cie rule.
Raines claims the new l'Cie have been sentenced to public execution should they be caught, and with Serah's crystallized form aboard the Lindblum, Snow has no choice but to comply and help them. As Snow and Hope travel through the town Snow remains oblivious to Hope's hatred for him and unknowingly continues to fuel the boy's rage with every word he says. When they spot PSICOM rounding up more people to Purge, Snow tries to save them by announcing his l'Cie status and firing a gun into the air to make them scatter, but the crowd returns as an angry mob.
After escaping to the Rivera Towers and fighting an Ushumgal SubjugatorHope confronts Snow about his mother's death and blasts him off a building's roof. Ready to kill him, Hope approaches Snow with Lightning's knife revealing himself as Nora's son. Snow catches him midair and shields him with his body as the two fall to the streets below.