Category: Weather

Over the lush and living land
The Sun and the Rain move hand in hand

Through rutted lane and bee-topped clover;
One retires while the other takes over.

Unlike in nature; still they find
Harmony of a different kind:

A little taking, and more of giving
Result in useful, gracious living,

The Rain approaches and feeds the brook,
While the Sun peeks through for a mirrored look.

And the Rain provides for the flower that dries,
While the Sun sets jewels in butterflies.

The Rain and the Sun passed here today,
An dropped off summer on their way!

by Ray Romine Friday, July 9, 1948

An instrument of glass and metal–
Which isn’t large–in fact, it’s letal–
When filled with red goo, slush. or such,
Tells us it’s hot, and just how much.

And this so-small man-made creation
Can give a human heat-prostration:
For just to KNOW how hot it be
Will multiply your misery.

For me, I know it’s hot enough
Without thermometers and stuff;
I’m MUCH more comfy not to know
It’s 90 in the shade, or so!

Walk up to it and take a look–
Right there, you REALLY start to cook!
I. too, would look if look I dared–
I tell you frankly: I am scared.

A fearful lack of sympathy
Have I for folks who say to me:
“If you’ve a second, my good sir,
We’ll look at my thermome-ter.”

Or, “Hot enough for you today?”
(The things I THINK that I don’t sayl)
Humidity escapes attention
If it the dear folk wouldn’t mention.

So let the temperature soar
To 99, or even more–
I won’t know how hot it is
If I close my trap, my neighbor his!
When sidewalks peel, and crack, and blister,
Please keep your old statistics, mister.

That “Ignorance is surely Bliss”
Applies, at least, on days like THIS l

by Ray Romine Saturday, June 5, 1943

Now once there was an Easter
When it didn’t rain at all,
According to my Grandad,
But he tells ’em pretty TALLl

note: Especially about when the snow was three feet deep on the level; he walked nine miles to school; he shot buffalo in his front yard.

by Ray Romine Saturday, April 1, 1933

A cumulus cloud, a majestic vision
Takes my breath on a white-hot day.
With not enough moisture to threaten, even,
It’s Nature, high-piled in a friendly way.

No cathedral that is so lofty!
No alabaster so white and fair!
It takes its mountain of fluffy cotton
Away on the springs of the upper air.

by Ray Romine Saturday, April 3, 1954

The angry wind whips beetling clouds
Across the canvas of the sky;
Mad whirling leaves from grimy shrouds
Jump at this ghostly chance to fly.

The dragon lightning snorts a sheet
Of ragged fire, while thunder’s shout
Awakens rainfall’s steady beat
Top put the conflagration out.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, March 24, 1953

Drag out the mower- -sharpen the sickle:
Winter’s gone back on us–how fickle !

by Ray Romine Tuesday, March 8, 1949

I ‘d never make a weather-man,
For my prognostication
Is full of what my betters can
Disguise as variation.
And yet I’m sure of this much:
(Note: See My lack of hesitation)
Next summer’s coldest week will
The one of my vacation!

by Ray Romine Thursday, September 6, 1945

The whirl of the elements puts down
Uncounted miracles the town
Will never see except as dross–
Traffic hazard, business loss.

In stealth I watch drop on my glove
One six-sided symbol from above.
The fresh-fallen snowflake’s symmetry Speaks [Whispers?} to me from infinity.

by Ray Romine Sunday, December 17, 1950

All its dirt and clutter covered,
All the angles curved and curled,
Snoring underneath a blanket,
Smiles the now untroubled world.

by Ray Romine Sunday, November 26, 1950

Snowflakes settling slowly down–·
Gee–they look so white & gay!
Makes me wonder how they can
Turn so black in just a day.

by Ray Romine Monday, January 1, 1934