I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
– Percy Bysshe Shelley – ‘The Cloud’ –
The Targets – Front Yard
The Damage: Pink Peony
I’m getting rather paranoid whenever I see a rain cloud, what with the Cabin Flooding, and this rather horrendous hail storm that hammered my home and garden.
Now and then simple country raindrops are tempted by a dark cloud full of icy sirens to stay aloft for a while.
– Margy –