Howling Wind And Beating Rain

Yesterday Britain had a storm major enough to be named ("Chandra") with high winds and floods. In Lancaster, the Holocaust Memorial "service"/event had to be moved from outdoors at the Cenotaph to indoors inside the Town Hall.

Entirely because of Poul Anderson, I now notice descriptions of the weather by other authors, Dornford Yates, Arthur Conan Doyle and today Colin Dexter:

"...they lay awake that night listening as the wind howled and the rain beat down relentlessly."

-Colin Dexter, Last Seen Wearing (London, 1977), Chapter Fifteen, p. 140.

Well, of course wind howls and rain beats in the real world and in fictional universes. I ought to stop making an issue of this. And I ought to get into today instead of reading and belatedly blogging in a dressing gown. Outside, the sun shines and a bird sings.