“The rain fluctuates between drizzle and torrential. It messes with your mind. It makes you think things will always be like this, never getting better, always letting you down right when you though the worst was over.”
― Susane Colasanti, Waiting for You
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“December is a bewitching month.
The grey of cold teases
to explode into something worthwhile,
into a dream of cold,
a starlight shower you can taste,
a cold that does not chill.
I've lost my memory
of my first snow--
did I gasp at a field of white?
Or scream at the freeze
until my cheeks reddened?
The crunch underfoot is satisfying
and the thrill of virgin snow
never leaves.”
― Joseph Coelho, A Year of Nature Poems
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To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.”
― William Butler Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
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