Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
Rain, incessantly heavy rain do, we beseech you, go away, for all the anxious hikers, gear at the read, want to play. Nature will have none of it. Fog envelopes the landscape darkly, its webby fingers reaching deep and far, its misty cousin lifting long grey veils through mountain valleys and thickly treed slopes.
The day darkly sinister, cool to lifting the lofty mantle of clouds obscuring the atmosphere where sky was so recently endlessly blue. Swiftly succeeding thunder claps, revelling in their dominance have unleashed the fearsome power of rain, pelting noisily over mountains and forests, lakes and wetlands. Darkly billowing clouds complacently screening mountain summits from view, confusing the issue of where geology ends and atmosphere begins.
Waterways and lakes lashed, surfaces dented, boiling with the rage of violent assault. Steel grey in colour, with pale grey frothing waves mustering hapless resistance to ephemeral but fearful invasion; the inviolability of presence interrupted by this hostile advance.
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