We are in the middle of April which means that we are in the midst of the rainy month, and this is reflected in the RED mornings. From now until May there will be an absence of delighted shepherds with the storms normally queue themselves up to batter our Isles.
This country may be famous for its greyness, and it is true that the cloud and drizzle has the ability to suck away colour like a climate dementor, but it will still glow ORANGE with the illumination from the street lamps fizzing against the drab cityscapes.
Mrs G is struggles with winter in this country, she is still not used to the long nights that the more northerly latitude provides. Even at lunchtime the Sun’s YELLOW rays barely penetrate through the gloom, the sky lightens from black to a light charcoal like the faded shirt of a rocker who has been wearing the same AC/DC shirt for the last twenty years.
We also live in the old industrial suburbs, and thanks to the low-maintenance garden there is barely a hint of GREEN to break the monochromatic monotony. Not for much longer as a lawn will soon go down, for the meantime the grey merely changes to a shade of brown interspersed with bits of slabs.
If the sea is BLUE because it reflects the sky, then maybe the greyness of the urban landscape is just a mirror of the Nimbostratus that hugs the air above the UK. There is no delineation between concrete and cloud, the blanket uniformity of the water vapour and city planning of Coventry creates a smudge that requires bleaching.
Whenever I bring up the weather Mrs G will complain that the British are obsessed by it. Whereas her home is currently in the grip of a polar vortex bringing a consistent weather pattern here we have elements of all seasons within the same day. “It looks like rain” is not just a cliché, it is our attempt to assess how long we can stay outside before the heavens open and INDIGO back indoors.
It could be worse, while we endure the weather with no personality elsewhere is suffering from extroverted climate. As a punishment for embarrassing England so many times the Cricket God (who is a supporter of the England Cricket Team) has decided to smite their interior with high temperatures. So much so that it has required a reassessment of the existing weather charts, they have had to add new colours to show how hot it is. Red has been replaced by an incandescent VIOLET.
Somewhere over the rainbow we will soon realise that what we know as extreme weather will just become ‘weather’. We have coloured our planet with toxins and chemicals and now we are paying the price. Just not here, it will still be the colour of smushed up plasticine.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Roy G. Biv.”
Write about anything you’d like, but make sure that all seven colors of the rainbow — red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet — make an appearance in the post, either through word or image.