looking out of the window

First it was grey outside, then it rained, then it snowed (cue much running to the window to look out at it), then it rained again, then it just went grey again.

Fortunately the snow does not appear to be lying.

Some sun would be nice.

I'm trying to remember the details from one Tom Holt novel where it turns out that the weather dragons are cricket fans. Which explains what so often happens to cricket matches in England. Hint: rain is involved.

Have sudden urge to reread Kipling's Puck of Pook's Hill and Rewards and Fairies. Not sure why.

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Cities and Thrones and Powers

Cities and Thrones and Powers
Stand in Time's eye,
Almost as long as flowers,
Which daily die:
But, as new buds put forth
To glad new men,
Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth
The Cities rise again.

This season's Daffodil,
She never hears
What change, what chance, what chill,
Cut down last year's;
But with bold countenance,
And knowledge small,
Esteems her seven days' continuance,
To be perpetual.

So Time that is o'er-kind
To all that be,
Ordains us e'en as blind,
As bold as she:
That in our very death,
And burial sure,
Shadow to shadow, well persuaded, saith,
"See how our works endure!"

-- Kipling