Fifty Shades of Grey.

The wind and rain are back; perhaps they never went away!

Which leaves the night sky again covered with cloud and the astronomer sits and ponders.

On this night of cloudyrainywind my mind pays a visit to paintings and poems past.

Here's an old Haiku type poem, typed on my favourite Baby Empire poetry typemachine:

 

As I write... it's still raining! 

The French have a wonderfully poetic way of describing a heavy downpour:

​"Il pleut comme vache qui pisse."​

Literal Translation: 

"It's raining like a cow that pisses".

I bloody love the French..