
Did you ever lie on you back
on warm July grass and
watch the clouds change
from one glorious design
to another,
sun rays streaking through
like beams from heaven
while a hint of a rainbow appears
and you whisper in wonderstruck tones
“This is so ineffably awesome”?
Yeah, me too.
NAR © 2023
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Great photo! I’m not a fan of summer at all but that water looks very inviting
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Summer appealed to me much more when I was younger; now I can’t take the heat when it gets really bad. Hopefully today will be better than the last few days 🥵
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We’ve had 90 plus days for over two weeks. Humidity too
I’m a fall winter gal all the way 😁
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Me too, Nancy! A lovely write! I’m fond of rainbow, especially double one.
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Thank you, KK! The beauty of nature never ceases to amaze!
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a beautifully inspired write dear Nancy. Love it and I’m heading to do just that right now! ❣️
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Oh, lucky you! It’s too damn hot and humid here for any of that. Thanks, Cindy G!
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😱I know my new Yorker just made it home 🏡 👏👏👏🙏
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Si, cara; molto spesso, ed è fantastico!
Poi:
Temporale Estivo
Le nuvole grigie e nere si urtano,
si pigiano spinte dal vento, nascondono
il sole, oscurano il cielo.
Ci son ancora, qua e là, lembi d’azzurro,
ma vanno facendosi sempre più piccoli,
sempre più radi.
Ecco un lampo: guizza, abbaglia,
sembra incendi il cielo.
Poi scoppia il tuono.
Un tonfo forte, un brontolio lungo.
I passeri si rifugiano
sotto i tegoli, le rondini volano basse,
senza stridi.
Cadono le prime gocce d’acqua, si fanno
fitte, sembrano grossi aghi lucenti.
Poi la pioggia scroscia impetuosa.
By Federico Tozzi
🌹
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Anche io, caro ❣️
For our friends, here is the translation of the poem,
Summer Rainstorm 🌦️
The gray and black clouds collide,
they squeeze one another, pushed by the wind, hiding
the sun, obscuring the sky.
There are still, here and there, strips of blue,
but they are becoming smaller and smaller,
more and more sparse.
Here’s a flash: it darts, it dazzles,
It seems to set the sky on fire.
Then the thunder bursts.
A loud thud, a long rumbling.
Sparrows take refuge
under the shingles, the swallows fly low
without screeching.
The first drops of water fall, they become
dense, they look like thick, bright needles.
Then the rain pelts down impetuously.
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Yes! It is the best. ⛅
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You’ll get no argument from me, Michele!
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That’s good, I don’t want to argue. 😆
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Puffs of white floating by an otherwise blue sky is so peaceful.🙂
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Finding shapes in the clouds was something I loved doing with my kids. Now I just like to relax in my hammock, looking up at the clouds gently floating by. I highly recommend it!
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There’s nothing nicer especially when it’s just me and my tent. 2 weeks to go, can’t wait!
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You’re a lucky man, Keith! I hope you have a fabulous get-away and return with some amazing photos!
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Yes! beautifully captured 🙌
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And just like that, it’s July!
Thanks so much,, Angela!
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Yeah, me too!
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I had a feeling you did.
Happy July, D!
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Good month!
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Lovely.
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Thanks so much, Sadje!
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You’re most welcome
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