When I was in India, and read a few Brit blogs, I used to wonder why there seemed to be an obsession about the weather. Invariably, a reference to clouds, sunshine and wind would be made, with the regularity and sincerity of a worshipper. It didn’t matter what the post was about – no post was complete without a footnote about the weather.
And now that I am here, I suddenly obsess about weather myself. I yearn for sunlight. I stand between buildings, near wind tunnels, hoping that the sun will hit me and reflect off my nose.
And birds compete in
broad and narrow daylight
Who shall drop first
upon the head of a pretty