Dear The Rain,
My, you were strong the other day, weren’t you? I only took a couple of steps out in you, and I was drenched! You were very invigorating though, which is always a bonus. Now, if you could just make yourself a little warmer it would be all the better… you were slightly warmer the other day, I must add. Just.
Dear The Wind,
Yes, I know that I need to have my haircut (it’s that time of the year already!) so thank you for highlighting the fact to me as I walked through you at a ninety degree angle trying to stay upright. Feeling you tear through my flowing locks was most enjoyable, although my cheeks felt as though they were on fire once I’d got indoors. And my hair looked wild, but we shan’t mention that here.
Dear Frosty Mornings,
You are catching me out this week. The other day, it was 14 degrees C, and most balmy. The following morning it was 1C with a layer of frost everywhere. It took an absolute age for some reason to defrost my car, but as it’s now April, shouldn’t the mornings be a little warmer? Especially now that they are lighter as well. Just a thought.
I’ve watched you recently release your water droplets onto us. I find it most fascinating how in one area you can pour your raindrops in a torrential manner, yet in others it seems to be a mere drizzle. It’s like watching sheets of water at times. Like I say most fascinating, but I can’t help but wonder if you have specific targets in your eyes. If you have eyes, that is…
Time for you to be rising, my fine friends. Just do it gradually so as not to zonk us all out by suffering from heat exhaustion when you suddenly surprise us with a steaming hot day. Working up to it is fine with me.
Dear The Word Moonbroch,
Such a pleasure to have discovered you. I see you often but never knew there was a name for you… well, apart from the name I gave you, ‘Moonbow’. Yes, I know you are slightly different from an actual Moonbow, with you being a full halo around the Moon at night and a Moonbow looking more like a Rainbow; but to me you’re similar. I think more of you olde worlde words should make a comeback!
Last week you may remember I posted a selection of terrible jokes (you may have missed them, but I’d inserted a hash character at the beginning of each one which changed the font to visible-from-the-Moon size, so missing them may have been unlikely…) to try to slip into a conversation. They went down so well, here area few others. (Hopefully I won’t make a hash this week!):
– Can February March? No, but April May…
– Why is the letter A like a flower? A bee comes after it…
– How do you prevent a Summer cold? Catch it in the Winter…
– What cloud is so lazy, it won’t get up? Fog…
– How do you make holy water? Boil the hell out of it…
I profusely apologise for the jokes featured in a previous letter. I am well aware that a couple of the jokes aren’t totally based on fact, but they do generate an involuntary smirk if they are read without giving them much thought. And yes, some are slightly weathered, but that makes them fit more into this week’s theme.
Dear Summer Nights,
Won’t be too long before you’ll be gracing our presences again – not that I’m wishing time away, I hasten to add – but could I pop in an early request that you bring with you a few nice gentle Summer Breezes. On your really hot nights when sleep is impossible, those breezes make all the difference!
And Finally, Dear Fresh Mornings,
How wonderful you are whatever the weather, and I’d like to show my gratitude for seeing you each and every time. Long may this continue to be the case! Thank you.
Thank you for reading,
P.S. I mentioned a Moonbroch in an earlier letter, so here’s a blurry photo of one to finish…
… well, I have to finish with a photo of some kind, and I love seeing the Moon, no matter how hazy or branch-covered or bright it may be!
Have a fabulous weekend once again!