Hurricane Oscar

The County of Cumbria has currently got a Yellow Weather Warning in place, and is being drenched with heavy rain from former Hurricane, Oscar. And while we do have 70 mph winds associated with the storm, they are nowhere near the Category 2 winds that affected Bermuda in the Atlantic, a few days ago.

This morning, inspired by Oscar, I thought I would have a little Photoshop fun with an old photograph of mine of Wyndham School (now demolished) in Egremont, by giving the school some apocalyptic treatment similar to that seen in the Hollywood movie, the Day After Tomorrow.

Here is the original photo:

The Former Wyndham School, Egremont
The Former Wyndham School, Egremont

How Beautiful is The Rain

How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!

How it clatters along the roofs,
Like the tramp of hoofs
How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the overflowing spout!

Across the window-pane
It pours and pours;
And swift and wide,
With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain!

The sick man from his chamber looks
At the twisted brooks;
He can feel the cool
Breath of each little pool;
His fevered brain
Grows calm again,
And he breathes a blessing on the rain.

From the neighboring school
Come the boys,
With more than their wonted noise
And commotion;
And down the wet streets
Sail their mimic fleets,
Till the treacherous pool
Ingulfs them in its whirling
And turbulent ocean.

In the country, on every side,
Where far and wide,
Like a leopard’s tawny and spotted hide,
Stretches the plain,
To the dry grass and the drier grain
How welcome is the rain!

In the furrowed land
The toilsome and patient oxen stand;
Lifting the yoke encumbered head,
With their dilated nostrils spread,
They silently inhale
The clover-scented gale,
And the vapors that arise
From the well-watered and smoking soil.
For this rest in the furrow after toil
Their large and lustrous eyes
Seem to thank the Lord,
More than man’s spoken word.

Near at hand,
From under the sheltering trees,
The farmer sees
His pastures, and his fields of grain,
As they bend their tops
To the numberless beating drops
Of the incessant rain.
He counts it as no sin
That he sees therein
Only his own thrift and gain.

By H.W Longfellow

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