The South Westerly

Oh! for the wet warm South Westerly after the cold white North Easterly leaving sparkling rain on each window pane South Westerly. At night this rain paints all inanimate things a vivid hue, while humans look care worn, some even sickly, no longer New Year spick and span but of a drearier hue. New snow in the Wolds as yeast in England's east, another feast for children and adults unable to bring home the bacon. Drains turn into ice topped streams that underneath show water swimming like eels in a race to breed. Across the North Sea diagonally from The Wash, heavy snow is falling in the Norge fjords like so many Vikings on a raid for plunder, trade or conquest.