Sunday, 2 March 2014

Good Heavens


The sun is shining, the daffs are out, and it is officially Spring.  Hurrah!  After one of the wettest winters in two-hundred-and-fifty years, it is almost a novelty to look to the skies and see a golden circle languishing amongst some truculent looking clouds.
            The weather has been all over the place.  It seems as though the ‘four seasons’ have been more akin to ‘no rhyme or reason’.  After a mad concerto of storms, endless rain, terrible flooding, and freaky sink holes, everything came to a crescendo with the amazing aurora borealis.  Usually this remarkable light show is seen in the polar regions, but this week the UK held its breath as a rare and spectacular display took part from Scotland to as far south as Jersey.  And did anybody see the image of a face on top of a spectacular ‘garment’ of lime green and strawberry pink?  Apparently I’m not the only one to have spotted it.
            If you are given to fancy (and I most certainly am!), you could ask what on earth is going on?  Whizz back in time a few thousand years and we would have muttered that God was angry in his heavens.  The light show and ‘face’ would have either sent our ancestors running for cover, or falling to the ground in worship.  There are many legends from North America and Scandinavia about how dangerous it can be to not show respect for the northern lights.  They are even mentioned in the Bible, in the book of Ezekiel in the Old Testament.  Two-thousand-six-hundred years ago, the description says, ‘I looked, and I saw a windstorm coming out of the north – an immense cloud with flashing lightning and surrounded by brilliant light.’
            Facebook abounded with ‘prophecy’ pictures, like the wooden ark you could buy flat packed from Ikea.  Given that the Thames Barrier was closed for a record twenty occasions last month alone, it almost seemed that those prophecy pictures weren’t such a laughing matter.  Certainly the many people whose homes were evacuated and ruined due to their roads being turned into rivers, were not laughing.  Indeed, their misery must have been as deep as the water whooshing through their local high streets.
            But for now the rain has stopped, the light show is over, and God is calm in his heaven.  I’m going to take advantage of the sunny spell to wash my car.  At least the Government can’t impose a hosepipe ban at the moment.  Which reminds me.  What did one raindrop say to the other?  Two’s company, three’s a cloud…

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