Poetry Sunday: Irish Weather by Tess Gallagher (With note to readers)

 In Tess Gallagher's telling, I have to say Irish weather sounds an awful lot like Texas weather. Or maybe we should just say "weather."


Irish Weather

by Tess Gallagher

Rain squalls cast sideways,
the droplets visible
like wheat grains
sprayed from the combine.
As suddenly, sunshine.
If a person behaved
this way we'd call them
neurotic. Given weather, we gust
and plunder with only
small comment: it's
raining; sun's out.

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Comments

  1. we've been getting storms like that... unusual for western Oregon...

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    1. Unusual weather seems to have become the norm.

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  2. I think that pretty much sums up weather everywhere, Dorothy. Good luck with the move to your new domain. I hope that all goes well. I am a follower already and I am assuming that I don't need to do anything to remain so.

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    1. I am assured that the move should be seamless and should not really affect readers at all.

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  3. I'm real neurotic. loving this poem, and hope to see you on Sunday post. @theglobaldig.blogspot.com

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    1. I think we are all allowed to be a bit neurotic these days.

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  4. We are having a perfectly cool and wonderful morning. Two days without rain and appreciating it. The forecast, however, shows a solid week of rain starting Tuesday. I'm not sure about the weather, but I think I'm becoming neurotic!

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    1. It's been good having a few dry days after ten solid days of rain, but it does look like there's more coming our way, too. I'm sure all the weeds in my garden will appreciate it.

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  5. That pretty much describes our May weather, doesn't it? We were just thankful to have relatively dry days on Friday and Saturday to celebrate the high school graduations of my two grandsons. It appears to have been just a break, though, from the wet week we are supposed to have starting on Tuesday.

    Good luck on the transition to the new platform. I'll look forward to seeing you there.

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    1. Congratulations on your grandsons' graduation. I'm glad the rain held off for them, but it looks like we are going to need our umbrellas again come the middle of the week.

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    1. The new address at a domain set up by my daughter is www.thenatureofthings.blog. But again she assures me that the transition will be seamless and the current site should still "migrate" readers to the new site without problems.

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  7. Yesterday it was so miserable here, in the 40's, rain, and we cancelled our BBQ for today (two family members, all of us vaxxed). This upstate New York spring has been - well, different. I hope it settles by summer! Weather is so strange for everyone. It's exciting having your own domain; wish my son had the skills your daughter has because....well, because, and I look forward to your new blog.

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    1. Well, it will look a lot like the old blog.

      I would not want to do the job of a weather forecaster these days. Neurotic hardly even begins to describe the weather.

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    1. I think this poem speaks to weather just about everywhere.

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