I'm not a fan of the gloomy weather, but I must admit, it makes for some dramatic skies.
Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.
In every change, in every falling leaf, there is some pain, some beauty. And that's the way new leaves grow.
I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.
The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
Snowflakes are one of nature's most fragile things, but just look what they can do when they stick together.
The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.