The summer is a washout. Every day the heavens open and the rain comes down; not the usual summer showers with their skittish, shivering drops but heavy, dull, persistent rain; true dreich days. The sky is low and grey and the ground is waterlogged, the air cold and damp, blustery.
Here We Are
Five Things Right Now: Lucy Caldwell
The summer is a washout. Every day the heavens open and the rain comes down;...
‘Music needs silence / more than silence needs music.’ New poetry by Rae Armantrout.