Tuesday, February 10, 2009

The Tempest


Winter is losing its grip. We were gifted today with a blue sky, a bright sun, and 60-degree temperatures. It was so lovely you almost didn’t notice the 50-mile-per-hour winds scouring the landscape. Intense and volatile weather is not unheard of along the shores of Lake Michigan, where the water seems to enhance whatever the weather throws at it. Storms are born over the lake and rush toward us with wild abandon, flinging themselves eastward like supplicants toward Mecca.

The unbroken horizon over the lake is a panoramic canvas for the vast and ever-changing cloud formations. Because the lake and the weather are so interconnected here, when the wind is as high as it is today, so are the waves. Their frenzied assault on the pier and the shore can be heard from a distance, a brutal and exhausting roar. There is storm building even now. The beautifully portentous clouds are bunched and herded by the relentless, strident wind. Darkly dramatic, Nature looks glorious in all her wild raiment. In respect and awe, I reluctantly take shelter.

17 comments:

Poetikat said...

Is that your own photograph, Peggy. It is stunning.
The weather is so unpredictable the world over, isn't it? It seems everyone has a different story to tell. We are currently at +7 Celsius (44.6 Fahrenheit) it's been warm and windy, and overnight it's expected to be warm - makes for a difficult time choosing what to wear to bed (or how to cover it).
Unfortunately, it's going to shoot back down sometime next week.

Kat

Reya Mellicker said...

I love weather, even though it can often be so scary. In respect and awe, I reluctantly take shelter.

Smart!!

Something I've always been curious about is why Lake Michigan is called a lake. It's more like an inland sea - so huge. Those who live close to it are a lot tougher than us Washingtonians.

TheWritersPorch said...

I love your descpitions Peggy!
Ah.....nature what an amazing thing!

Joanne said...

"The unbroken horizon over the lake is a panoramic canvas for the vast and ever-changing cloud formations." What an amazing canvas to see, nature's own paintings on it.

Bee said...

Yes, it's true: dramatic weather all over! I guess that the season is breaking up. We are still freezing here, and the cars were sliding all over the place on our iced-over country roads this morning.

Wonderfully visual description, Peggy.

steviewren said...

This beautiful sentence made my brain sing in admiration...."Storms are born over the lake and rush toward us with wild abandon, flinging themselves eastward like supplicants toward Mecca." I can feel covetousness rising up in my chest! Shame on you for making me sin! *grin*

High Desert Diva said...

The photo and your written description...beautiful.

willow said...

I like the changes of weather and would be so bored to live in a place where it was always the same sunny day, day after day. It's balmly and windy here in Central Ohio, too, today. And the first day in weeks I haven't woke up to snowcover!

sizzie said...

You have captured the raw power of the day. It is beautiful. Thank you.

Bdogs said...

Wonderful writing, Peggy. I can feel the power in what you've witnessed. How amazing that must be to see so far "inland."

Derrick said...

Hi Peggy,

The elements really can be beautiful, powerful, frightening and dramatic! And it seems the world is experiencing such a variety of and extremes of weather.

It can be wonderful to watch - from a distance!

larkspur said...

Great foto. I envy your spot on the lakeshore...it must offer hours of entertainment. I love watching the weather move in. It reminds me of my father. He always talked to me about the weather when I was a little girl growing up on the farm here in Iowa.

sizzie said...

You have inspired me, Peggy. I found a poem that I will post later on my blog, but one line fits so well with your words and photo that I had to come show it to you.

'.....for the open sea
Where the wild storm-horses race"

dancing doc design said...

merci for your intense and colorful description of the dramatic weather as it presents itself to you- such striking images, such palpable words,so poetic. When one can paint with one's own words, it feels like a kind of magical gift or a privileged entry into another's being!
salut du midi

neetzy said...

Wonderful imagery. I love watching the weather. It is not nearly as dramatic in South Central Pennsyvlania. We are landlocked, in a valley and sheltered from many storms that ride the ridge of the Appalachians to the north and west of us. Once in a while we get a good Nor'easter. We are on the "wrong" side of the mountains for such storms.

sizzie said...

I miss you, Peggy, when I take my morning stroll through Blogtown. I am thinking of you and hope all is well.

my wv is untlen which I am choosing to read as 'until then'

Poetikat said...

Waiting for your return! I know you're busy, but the blog-o-sphere just isn't the same without your contribution!

Kat