In the Spring of 1315,
there began an era of unpredictable weather,
It did not lift until 1851.
You remember 1816 as the year without a summer.
a sudden snowstorm blankets all the countryside,
So Mary Shelley had to stay inside and she wrote Frankenstein,
Oh, 1816 was the year without a summer.
Grain couldn't ripen under these conditions,
It was brought indoors in urns and pots.
It'd go from ninety-five degrees to freezing within hours,
A brutal struggle for the people and the starving livestock.
Above lyrics from Rasputina - A year without a Summer
|A field across the dark and gloomy sky!!!|
I could not stop singing this song in my mind...
This is how the weather makes me feel...
Hoping for some warm sunshine :-)
Wishing you all a lovely weekend
Sending you warm smiles from my corner of the world...