“January cold and desolate;
February dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
Birds sing in tune
To flowers of May,
And sunny June
Brings longest day;
In scorched July
The storm-clouds fly,
Lightning-torn;
August bears corn,
September fruit;
In rough October
Earth must disrobe her;
Stars fall and shoot
In keen November;
And night is long
And cold is strong
In bleak December.”
~ Christina Rossetti
A Pondering Mind 
10 responses to “Storm Clouds”
How can we stop summer from leaving? There must be a way to tilt the earth jusssssst a little bit…enough to keep summer all year long.
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I don’t mind summer so much, its the damn humidity and sticky shit I hate.
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Today is a perfect. The dew point is 56 and it’s cool and sunny. But I don’t like the sticky stuff either.
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Our dew points have been in the 70s for the past few days. A thunderstorm did come through here late this afternoon, yet it is still humid …
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Way too high. I can see why you’re miserable.
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You nailed it…
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Blah.
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LOL
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Nice poem…I’m ready for fall.
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Ditto…
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