We search for the silver lining, as clouds loom over us in our everyday life.
But just look! Things can always get better.
The silver lining has turned to gold.
Clouds may loom
Through doom and gloom,
But please do stop your whining.
The long thin cloud looks straight enough, but look at the shape its shadow takes as it hits the contours of the hills below.
Clouds are not uncommon here. We’ve had them all winter long, long, long. What makes this cloud different is the sunshine above and below it.
And before you feel sorry for the little animals who happen to live in the shaded part of the hillside, take heart. By the time I came back into the house and set the camera down, that cloud had moved on to make way for total sunshine – at least for a few minutes. So far, so good.
We’ve had crazy weather here lately with lots of wind and rain, but up in the hills, that rain took the form of snow. You can see that the freezing level is still fairly high, so we’ve been spared the snow for a while yet.
So while it snowed up high, it rained down low, but then the sun came out.
And with it came a friend of mine, Mr. Roy G. Biv.
But you must be wondering who Roy G. Biv is. Well, let me introduce you to him in the photo below.
Roy G. Biv is a colourful guy. If you take the first letters of his name, you’ll be able to remember all the colours of the rainbow in the order that they appear in the sky.
R = red
O = orange
Y = yellow
G = green
B = blue
I = Indigo
V = violet
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Rainbow Roy is quite the boy,
Giving joy immense,
Colours bright are quite a sight,
Though the sky is dense.
Clouds of rain are such a pain,
Bringing on the shivers,
Pouring down upon the ground,
Flowing past in rivers.
Near the peak the snowflakes streak,
Settling on the trees,
How I hope it coats the slope,
Don’t come down here, please.
Rainbow blaze, my senses daze,
Long as I shall live,
It’s a sight that brings delight,
Mr. Roy G. Biv.
Riled up clouds go lumbering by,
Stirring up unsettled sky,
Wispy, misty moisture passes,
Light diffused upon its masses.
Sun’s last efforts streaming low,
Just before it lets us go,
Into darkness for some hours,
As the clouds spit out their showers.
Promises of warmer rays,
Shining down in coming days,
Though Sun sleeps behind the hill,
It will rise again, it will.
Morning rays revitalize,
More than we can realize,
But for now it says good night,
Telling all of us, “Sleep tight.”