Sunday, February 26, 2017

Time wasted weeding facts


I smelt the rain first
before I heard it
rolling closer;
miles before I felt it
hanging in the air,
hours before I saw the first
drops staining ground
under the built up
barometric pressure.

It shows
my doppler doesn't need
a downward gaze at holographic
projections or need to perform
a critical up-date.


By Ebenezer Kinnersley-Electric Air thermometer c. 1763; J. Mynde (sc.) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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