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Posted By:
Dan Nickens
Date Posted:
Sep 21, 2020
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Thunderstorms are a fact of Florida flying during the summer. Like alligators, they are just a part of our environment. And like alligators, they may be admired but must also be respected. That usually means giving them adequate separation. After some earlier afternoon storms, the skies cleared and it looked even lazy SeaRey flying would maintain proper unsocial distancing. Besides, the cells out there on the horizon looked like they had passed through their youth, middle age, and progressed well into a dissipating old age stage. And the earlier thunderstorms had cooled things down (relatively, it's still Florida) making late storms less likely.
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July 31, 2020
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Tajmahangar, Little Lake Harris, FL
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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Upon further evaluation there was evidence portions of the cells were slipping back into a more angry middle age (cumulus) stage. The radar showed that, for old cells, they were remarkably vigorous. But the storms didn't look all that big and bad as to stay at home, not so severe at all. Sure, there was lightning showing up occasionally, but it wasn't all that frequent.
The things that birth thunderstorms, heat and humidity, are standard fare for Florida summers. Florida has as many thunderstorms as anywhere in the world, including equatorial Africa and the Amazon. There are on average 80 days with thunderstorms and lightening annually in central Florida. Unlike the African and the Amazon, where storms happen year around, it's the summertime when we get most of our storms, fast and furious.
The FAA recommends keeping 20 miles away from severe storms, but not much worry about sneaking in a bit closer to these puppies. And, I was flying with clear skies overhead, no anvil overhang in sight.
Besides, I was looking at the radar composite view, not low tilt, so maybe it wasn't so bad as the colors showed. ADS-B magenta in the high resolution mode is anything more intense than 55 dB. It's not like it couldn't be a lot worse.
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Well, there wasn't a storm anvil in sight a few minutes earlier. This thing was maturing pretty rapidly. But it wasn't over the lake I was headed towards (Lake George). And the edges looked pretty ragged.
Floridians know thunderstorms aren't all bad. Marjorie Kinan Rawlings, an immigrant to the state, described her gentle view of Florida summertime rains in Cross Creek: "The rains last usually until mid-August. We wait for them anxiously, for in the last weeks the elements seem stationary. The sun seems to stand all day in one steady blazing. May is sometimes the hottest month of the year. One day in June a cloud passes over the sun in the late afternoon. The cloud spreads until all the sky is gray. The air is so still that even the restless Spanish moss hangs motionless. Although the sun is hidden the atmosphere is stifling. Then an impalpable breath stirs. The tallest palms in the east grove bend their heads, the moss in the hammock lifts as though a silent hand moved through a gray beard. There is a sibilant sound in the pecan trees, the grayness thickens, and rain marches visibly across the palms and orange trees and comes in at the gate. Sometimes it is a gentle shower, sometimes a rushing flood. After it has passed, the air is as fresh and clean as April and the night will be cool for sleeping. The sun strikes through the wetness, there is likely to be a rainbow, and palms are rosy in the evening light."
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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The spreading shelf looked ominously like a mushroom cloud. What seemed ragged from a distance was looking a lot more virulent up close.
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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Single cell storms are pretty easy to see and avoid. It's when they start getting together that the avoidance gets dicey.
A single cell thunderstorm is sometimes referred to by meteorologists as a "pulse cell." When two, three or four cells join up, it's a multi-cell cluster. The clusters can form lines, often associated with "seabreeze" fronts in Florida. And then there is the monster of thunderstorms: the dreaded "supercell" with tornadoes, high winds and hail.
But, Florida isn't Kansas. Most summer storms aren't usually that nasty, especially those that follow rains earlier in the day. No reason for worry just because there may be more than one within visual range.
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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Florida storms are often filled with lightning. It is the "lightning capital" of the United States, with annual strikes of over a million. Most of the strikes come from under the cells, though a really nasty "positive" strike can happen under the anvil portion of a mature cell. A positive strike can occur up to 10 miles away from the generating cell.
Stopped at a little lake, I got the chance to watch as the clouds grew my way, dropping more rain shafts. And it was now within five miles. Still, clear ahead to the east. Onward, upward and away from positive strikes!
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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Looking back towards where I had just come from, it was pretty clear the storms were growing and closing ranks.
A Line-Storm Song by Robert Frost
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof-prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, Expend their bloom in vain. Come over the hills and far with me, And be my love in the rain.
The birds have less to say for themselves In the wood-world's torn despair Than now these numberless years the elves, Although they are no less there: All song of the woods is crushed like some Wild, easily shattered rose. Come, be my love in the wet woods; come, Where the boughs rain when it blows.
There is the gale to urge behind And bruit our singing down, And the shallow waters aflutter with wind From which to gather your gown. What matter if we go clear to the west, And come not through dry-shod? For wilding brooch shall wet your breast The rain-fresh goldenrod.
Oh, never this whelming east wind swells But it seems like the sea's return To the ancient lands where it left the shells Before the age of the fern; And it seems like the time when after doubt Our love came back amain. Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.
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Don Maxwell - Sep 22,2020
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There was an early Frost that year, 1907, when he turned 33. "Be my love in the rain" is a vintage Rod McCuen line, sixty years early. Frost got much better after that.
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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Looking back over more shoulder, flying away over quiet ponds, the storms were spotted in my rear- view reflecting mirrors, but still nothing ahead.
Emily Dickinson A Thunderstorm
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low, - He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky.
The leaves unhooked themselves from trees And started all abroad; The dust did scoop itself like hands And throw away the road.
The wagons quickened on the streets, The thunder hurried slow; The lightning showed a yellow beak, And then a livid claw.
The birds put up the bars to nests, The cattle fled to barns; There came one drop of giant rain, And then, as if the hands
That held the dams had parted hold, The waters wrecked the sky, But overlooked my father's house, Just quartering a tree.
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Don Maxwell - Sep 22,2020
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Dickinson was born tough and keen and only got tougher and keener. Most days when she said something, it was so.
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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Wind driven from the storms is particularly hazardous to SeaReys. They can send out micro and macro bursts to blast any little planes from the sky. And, double jeopardy, to capsize SeaReys upon the seas. The FAA recommends keeping 20 miles away from storms to avoid their blasting winds.
The rain got to the lake edge just as I did. But, Lake George is a big lake: 10 miles, north to south. I still had some room. And the water was nicely calm, not whipped into a frenzy by gust fronts. I relied upon what I could see from the water, not the bureaucrats' cautions (at my own peril).
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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Calm before the storm? Strange storms. Where was their wind? I assumed it was being sucked up, not being thrown down and out at me. Yet.
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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When I got some separation from Lake George, I turned back to see more development to the east. South towards home was looking better and better.
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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Florida thunderstorms are creatures of both air and water. Their probability of occurrence is affected by macro scale pressure systems and smaller scale sea-breezes, lake-breezes and river-breezes. The real action takes place when the large scale winds converge with the smaller scale effects, "enhanced convergence", and unstable air gets pushed upwards.
The large scale wind pattern is controlled during the summer by the Atlantic subtropical high pressure ridge. As it moves north or south of the 30-degree north latitude line, summer wind patterns across the state change. In turn this affects the probability that a storm will form, as well as their location and timing.
This time, they were starting to pop up over my chosen waters. They weren't supposed to be growing in the cool of the afternoon, but there they were. Better south, except for the cell that was now growing to the north and west of home base. Hmmm.... Oh, well, it was more fun to follow the river than run directly home.
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The storms were growing and the sun was settling. Light was getting bent around the growing blackness. Home, James? Naw. According to the Doors we're Riders on the Storm anyway. "Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Into this house we're born Into this world we're thrown Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan Riders on the storm"
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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The reflection was not double trouble, because it meant the water was still free of gusting wind from the rampaging storms.
Marjorie Kinan Rawlings described a violent Florida thunderstorm in "Cross Creek" this way:
"The atmosphere is ominous before the rain.....The day was sultry from its dawning. The sky was a sheet of zinc, against which the sun beat hot and furious hands. Thee seedling zinnias and marigolds drooped and finally lay bent against the earth, sapped and exhausted. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the temperature on the veranda, with the dark slats blinds drawn, was ninety eight. The red-birds dabbled indolently in the warm water of the bird-bath and did not sing. Pat the pointer dug a futile hole under the guava bushes and lay on his side, puzzled by his discomfort."
Her friend and maid was reluctant to leave the house. "She said, 'I aimed to wash me out a few pieces, but seems like my backbone is melted in the middle.' I said, 'Try to rest. No one can work in heat like this.' She said, 'Tain't exactly the heat. It's something in the air, suckin'."
"In the west a white cloud rolled itself together and turned gray. Thunder boomed across the lake. The sound was muffled, as though the detonation came from under the water. Lightning flickered like a tongue, then went tasting the south."
"The gray cloud spread as though it were a great maw, feeding on the sky. It swallowed the last morsel of blue in the north and thunder crashed across the swamp. It was the longest day of the year, but by five o'clock the world was dark."
"Pat whined at the door and I let him in. Lightning sizzled over the young grove across the road. I had expected friends that afternoon but they did not come, kept away perhaps by the ominous skies. City folk are afraid of the country in a storm. And I, too, was afraid. At first it annoyed me and I shrugged it off. The thunder beat closer its invisible drums. I went back to the kitchen to ask for an early supper. Adrenna sat crouched in a chair, her arms fold over her face.
She said, 'I ain't afeered. But I wisht I knowed is the sperrits after me.'
The spirits were after me, too. I returned to the veranda and paced up and down, up and down."
"Suddenly the palms rattled their fronds, the pecan trees bent before a nameless pressure, and the wind and rain roared in. The rain fell in a flood. I thought of the mother duck on her nest under the allamanda, where the eaves of the veranda made only partial shelter. Her clutch of blue-white eggs was soft under the thick down of her breast, but the dark head must be bowed under the force of the torrent. The rain pounded on the shingled roof and poured in sluiceways at the house corners. The thunder and lightning were the attacking cavalry of the enemy. The rain fell for an hour. Then a cosmic broom swept it away as swiftly as it had come, and there was the sound only of spent water dripping from the eaves. The thunder and lightning were routed, and the clouds that held them rolled away into the north, like dark driven horses. Unbearable, heavy hands released their pressure from my shoulders. I went out to the clean washed road and walked a long way along it, and turned to walk back home again in company with the sunset.
The sun itself was trivial. It sank humbly into a modest bed of subdued gold. But in the north, the east, the south, cloud piled on cloud, arrogant with color, luminous with lemon yellow, with saffron and with rose. Three bands of opal blue lifted suddenly from the sun. The west took over its own. The unseemly magnificence of north and east and west faded. The sun at the horizon came into its full glory and the west was copper, then blood-red, blazing into an orgy of salmon and red and brass and a soft blush-yellow the color of ripe guavas. Northeast and south faded instantly to gray, timid at having usurped the flame of the sunset. Then suddenly the west dimmed, as though a bonfire charred and died. There was only a bar of copper. All the sky, to every point of the compass, became a soft blue and the clouds were white powder, so that in the end it was tenderness that triumphed. I went home to sound, cool sleep.
The next morning the world was fresh and bland. The sun shone benignly, without virulence. Pat romped with Old Jib and the redbirds trilled from the feed basket. The mother duck came quacking from her nest for a little corn. A light breeze ruffled the allamanda.
I said to Adrenna, 'What a lovely day!'"
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The clouds were closing ranks to the west making for a pretty solid line. Fortunately they were growing in place, not moving much. Heading home was still an option. But, I figured I could play a little longer....as long as there was still a way home.
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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No point in looking far afield in another direction. The eastern horizon was now popping too.
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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Backtracking? Well, no point unless you can land on the river. That gave me a perspective that said I'd better be on my merry way away from where I'd been.
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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It was lightening up between the cells, or at least oranging up. A reason for optimism? Surely a sign of the lateness of playtime.
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Well, there was a bad news on the southern horizon when I turned that way. A cell was growing there, crowding me back towards home.
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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My backup plan had been to get some last minute splashing on Lake Apopka before retreating home. The rain arrived there about the same time I did.
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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The top of the cell was blasting up, but I decided it looked a bit too ragged to be really nasty. Rationalization was working overtime.
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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Down low I could see gusts out on the water, but the west side surface was still plenty calm. I could easily choose my water to avoid nasty winds. Rationalization? Surely.
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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The storm might not be growing up, but it was definitely growing out.
The Rising of the Storm by Paul Laurence Dunbar
The lake's dark breast Is all unrest, It heaves with a sob and a sigh. Like a tremulous bird, From its slumber stirred, The moon is a-tilt in the sky.
From the silent deep The waters sweep, But faint on the cold white stones, And the wavelets fly With a plaintive cry O'er the old earth's bare, bleak bones.
And the spray upsprings On its ghost-white wings, And tosses a kiss at the stars; While a water-sprite, In sea-pearls dight, Hums a sea-hymn's solemn bars.
Far out in the night, On the wavering sight I see a dark hull loom; And its light on high, Like a Cyclops' eye, Shines out through the mist and gloom.
Now the winds well up From the earth's deep cup, And fall on the sea and shore, And against the pier The waters rear And break with a sullen roar.
Up comes the gale, And the mist-wrought veil Gives way to the lightning's glare, And the cloud-drifts fall, A sombre pall, O'er water, earth, and air.
The storm-king flies, His whip he plies, And bellows down the wind. The lightning rash With blinding flash Comes pricking on behind.
Rise, waters, rise, And taunt the skies With your swift-flitting form. Sweep, wild winds, sweep, And tear the deep To atoms in the storm.
And the waters leapt, And the wild winds swept, And blew out the moon in the sky, And I laughed with glee, It was joy to me As the storm went raging by!
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Don Maxwell - Sep 22,2020
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Dunbar was born in Dayton the year after Orville Wright. Did they know each other? Dunbar died young, three years after Kill Devil Hill. Dayton then was the most inventive city in the USA in terms of patents issued.
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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Lake Apopka is 8 miles wide east to west. The storm made it to the middle of the lake and I was looking too closely at its gaping teeth.
Before the Breath of Storm by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
Before the breath of storm. While yet the long, bright afternoons are warm, Under this stainless arch of azure sky The air is filled with gathering wings for flight; Yet with the shrill mirth and the loud delight Comes the foreboding sorrow of this cry— "Till the storm scatter and the gloom dispel, Farewell! Farewell! Farewell!"
Why will ye go so soon, In these soft hours, this sweeter month than June? The liquid air floats over field and tree A veil of dreams;—where do ye find the sting? A gold enchantment sleeps upon the sea And purple hills;—why have ye taken wing? But faint, far-heard, the answers fall and swell— "Farewell! Farewell! Farewell!"
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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I had decided to run back homeward when I spotted the hopeful sign of a little rainbow. Maybe the storm was a- dying.
The Rainstorm by James W. Whilt
Here in the deep tangled forest All is quiet and still, While far to the west the thunder, Re-echoes from hill to hill.
And the lightning's flash, ever vivid, In great gashes knives the air; The rain comes down in torrents, A deluge everywhere!
Bathing the heat-sick flowers That they may bloom once more; Painting the grass a greener hue, That grows by our cabin door;
Making the pastures fresher, For the cows and shepherd's herds, Making the pools by the road-side,— Bath tubs for the birds.
Then the thunder peals louder and louder, Firing its shrapnel of rain. The clouds charge after each other, And the drouth is defeated again.
Then through a rent in the clouds The sun's searchlight casts its ray, And the Rain-God looks over the valley And sees the result of the fray.
And as He sees his conquest, His victory's flag is unfurled, In a beautiful colored rainbow,— He is telling all of the world,
What a victory was his, what a triumph! It's flashed down the milky way, Then the sentinel stars dot the heavens, And the dew-drops sound taps for the day.
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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I had almost convinced myself to hang around a bit longer when the rain consumed the rainbow.
The Storm by Hannah Flagg Gould
Wild are the winds! the heavens are dark! And he is out on a pathless deep; Who will manage the weltering bark? Who o'er him will the night watch keep?
God of the ocean, earth and air, Over the high and perilous wave Carry him safe, for thou art there— Thine eye is watching; thine arm can save!
Author of light, the skies unveil, That the shining hosts, from their lofty arch, May again beam down on his wandering sail, As in glory they move on their nightly march.
When he has closed his weary eyes, Lulled by the billows that harmless roll, Visions of bliss and beauty, rise In flowery dreams to the waking soul!
But who shall dream, till the storm is past? Who 'mid the elements' war shall sleep? Spirit of mercy, hold him fast! For he is out on an angry deep!
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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Turning towards home everything looked clearer. An easy out.
Squall by Leonora Speyer
The squall sweeps gray-winged across the obliterated hills, And the startled lake seems to run before it; From the wood comes a clamor of leaves, Tugging at the twigs, Pouring from the branches, And suddenly the birds are still. Thunder crumples the sky, Lightning tears at it. And now the rain! The rain—thudding—implacable— The wind, reveling in the confusion of great pines! And a silver sifting of light, A coolness; A sense of summer anger passing, Of summer gentleness creeping nearer— Penitent, tearful, Forgiven!
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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Home water was golden. I was golden, having escaped all traps raised by the unexpected storms.
The Storm by Emily Dickinson
There came a wind like a bugle; It quivered through the grass, And a green chill upon the heat So ominous did pass We barred the windows and the doors As from an emerald ghost; The doom's electric moccason That very instant passed. On a strange mob of panting trees, And fences fled away, And rivers where the houses ran The living looked that day. The bell within the steeple wild The flying tidings whirled. How much can come And much can go, And yet abide the world!
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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The water was beautiful. Too beautiful. I wasn't ready to quit. I decided to give the storms one last look.
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I raced back to Apopka to see if the storm there was settling down. It wasn't. It was closing down the lake. Aarggh! I just about lost my breeches.
The September Gale by Oliver Wendell Holmes
I'm not a chicken; I have seen Full many a chill September, And though I was a youngster then, That gale I well remember; The day before, my kite-string snapped, And I, my kite pursuing, The wind whisked off my palm-leaf hat;— For me two storms were brewing!
It came as quarrels sometimes do, When married folks get clashing; There was a heavy sigh or two, Before the fire was flashing,— A little stir among the clouds, Before they rent asunder,— A little rocking of the trees, And then came on the thunder.
Lord! how the ponds and rivers boiled, And how the shingles rattled! And oaks were scattered on the ground, As if the Titans battled; And all above was in a howl, And all below a clatter,— The earth was like a frying-pan. Or some such hissing matter.
It chanced to be our washing-day, And all our things were drying: The storm came roaring through the lines, And set them all a-flying; I saw the shirts and petticoats Go riding off like witches; I lost, ah! bitterly I wept,— I lost my Sunday breeches!
I saw them straddling through the air, Alas! too late to win them; I saw them chase the clouds, as if The devil had been in them; They were my darlings and my pride, My boyhood's only riches,— "Farewell, farewell," I faintly cried,— "My breeches! O my breeches!"
That night I saw them in my dreams, How changed from what I knew them! The dews had steeped their faded threads, The winds had whistled through them! I saw the wide and ghastly rents Where demon claws had torn them; A hole was in their amplest part, As if an imp had worn them.
I have had many happy years And tailors kind and clever, But those young pantaloons have gone Forever and forever! And not till fate has cut the last Of all my earthly stitches, This aching heart shall cease to mourn My loved, my long-lost breeches!
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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Out on the lake it looked like hell fire red rain was taking over. I might have pressed my luck a minute too far.
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Dan Nickens - Sep 21,2020
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Prince sang, "I never meant to cause you any sorrow I never meant to cause you any pain I only wanted one time to see you laughing I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain Purple rain, purple rain Purple rain, purple rain Purple rain, purple rain I only wanted to see you bathing in the purple rain"
I didn't really want a purple bath. No apocalypse for me. I went back home and stayed there this time.
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Don Maxwell - Sep 22,2020
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Thanks for the delightful meteorolog, Dan! Keep up the cumulo-distancing.
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Dan Nickens - Sep 22,2020
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And thank you for your literary insights (and eec antidote), Don.
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Don Maxwell - Sep 22,2020
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Here's a reply of sorts (or an antidote) from e e cummings:
what if a much of a which of a wind gives the truth to summer's lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun and yanks immortal stars awry? Blow king to beggar and queen to seem (blow friend to fiend: blow space to time) – when skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man
what if a keen of a lean wind flays screaming hills with sleet and snow: strangles valleys by ropes of thing and stifles forests in white ago? Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind (blow pity to envy and soul to mind) – whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees, it's they shall cry hello to the spring
what if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two, peels forever out of his grave and sprinkles nowhere with me and you? Blow soon to never and never to twice (blow life to isn't; blow death to was) – all nothing's only our hugest home; the most who die, the more we live
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Your adventure with Mother Nature was superb ,Dan. My flight to Arcadia today for our weekly gathering for Taco Tuesday was fun, but much less dramatic. :-)
Keep the outstanding pictures and "trip notes" coming. They make my day (actually , night by the time I read them.)
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Dan Nickens - Sep 22,2020
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Less dramatic is my aspirational goal, Wayne. And tacos on Tuesday would be bonus!
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