Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Adults Learn to Hate Weather

C. S. Lewis had the gift of looking at things differently (and maybe more accurately).  Here's a different perspective on our attitude toward weather:

     "We both like Weather. Not this or that kind of weather, but just Weather...."    

     "How ever did you learn to do that, Mr. Denniston?" said Jane. "I don't think I should ever learn to like rain and snow."

     "It's the other way round," said Denniston. "Everyone begins as a child by liking Weather. You learn the art of disliking it you grow up. Haven't you ever noticed it on a snowy day? The grown-ups are all going about with long faces, but look at the children--and the dogs? They know what snow's made for."

     "I'm sure I hated wet days as a child," said Jane.

     "That's because the grown-ups kept you in," said Camilla. "Any child loves rain if it's allowed to go out and paddle about in it." 

--That Hideous Strength, chapter 5

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Anonymous said...


“Whether the weather be fine, Whether the weather be not, Whether the weather be cold, Whether the weather be hot, Whatever the whether, We'll weather the weather, Whether we like it or not!” --Unknown
Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.” --John Ruskin
“Black are the brooding clouds and troubled the deep waters, when the Sea of Thought, first heaving from a calm, gives up its Dead” --Charles Dickens
“When the goose honk high, fair weather; when the goose honks low, foul weather” --Proverb Quotes (Not Solomon)
“Weather means more when you have a garden. There's nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans. --Marcelene Cox
The Rain
Pitter-patter raindrops,
Falling from the sky.
Here is my umbrella
To keep me safe and dry.
When the rain is over
And the sun begins to glow,
Little flowers start to bud
And grow and grow and grow.
Rain Rain
Rain rain falls on the street,
mud in puddles cleaning my feet.
Thunder thunder rumble and roar,
close the windows and lock the door.
Clouds, clouds black and gray,
heavy with water to drop all day.
Sun sun is breaking through,
clouds are moving, the rain stops too.
Rainbow rainbow across the sky,
see-through colors to tickle my eyes.