Have you noticed? For all we’ve been focussed on day-to-day weather recently, it’s the temperature we’ve talked about, here in Europe at any rate (‘Phew it’s too hot!’), and the lack of rain (‘Oooh, my poor garden!). I realised, only the other day, that wind has been in short supply. No summer breezes, no brisk gusts, no sudden squalls.
Then Rebecca’s Monthly Poetry Challenge dropped into my in-box. She wants us to write about wind, employing the literary device of anaphora. No, I didn’t know what that was either. You can read about it here.
I could have snuck in and offered the rhyme that my children were brought up on.
When the wind is in the east,
’tis neither good for man nor beast;
When the wind is in the north,
the skillful fisher goes not forth;
When the wind is in the south,
it blows the bait in the fishes’ mouth;
When the wind is in the west,
then ’tis at the very best.
But that would be cheating.






So here we are …
This is wind: softly susurrating. This is wind: sweetly sighing. This is wind: breezily billowing. This also is wind: galloping gustily; roaring and raging; shrieking and storming - destructive; disastrous. Here today. Gone tomorrow. This is wind. And it turns out that wind is not after all an endangered species. Yesterday was properly windy, for the first time in weeks.
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