If you think about it, it becomes clear why there is a popular quote “Nature has no bad weather.” After all, in nature everything is interconnected. And no matter the weather conditions, you can find something pleasant for yourself. Every season can offer good weather. In winter we encounter frost and snow. Spring gives every person beauty and the awakening of nature. In the summer we usually relax, gain solar energy and simply enjoy life. And autumn is the time that gives us the richest harvests, with the help of which we can survive the cold period. And the quotes about the weather that we have selected for you describe it all perfectly.
Poems About Cloudy Weather - a selection of poems
I love cloudy days. I love bad weather, bad weather, When fogs and rains envelop nature. When there is museum silence And behind the glass of the display window there is no haze and no veil, but pictures of the Wanderers. I love a barely audible conversation, the knocking of clumsy drops, and the wind of the branches, and the reading of poetry in puddles. I love it when the soul is silent, listening to the given peace, And the candle burns all day long, And your world is in tune with the world.
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A cloudy day and fog on the river, Ducks near the water walk importantly, on the wet sand, leaving traces of a flower. Quiet all around, not a single soul, The shore is so deserted. I can hear the small pebbles rustling, crunching under my foot. You can barely hear a wave splashing in the river, Rocking the boat easily. It’s just a pity that you don’t have enough oars - You won’t sail far. How nice it would be for me to sit down and float away Into the milky white fog. There, forget about worldly worries, Dividing sadness in half. Sail lightly, controlling the vine plucked from the river willow. In the morning, wash your face with cold dew, After a night walk. Cloudy day and fog over the river, I’m sitting right next to the water. Following the ducks, with my hand I leave traces like a flower.
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It's a cloudy day, but so much beauty! Look at these golden colors: they contain everything at once - hopes and dreams, and children’s ideas about a fairy tale... Let the sky be gray, light rain dripping, your soul is full of love and sadness, you are impatiently waiting for the sun in the sky, today it is not in your heart empty... And sadness, what sadness?! Sadness is not melancholy! Sometimes being sad is good for your health. It will pass, it will pass for sure - forgive confidence and verbosity! It's a cloudy day, but so much beauty! Look at these golden colors, they contain everything at once - hopes and dreams, and holy foundations for happiness...
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The cloudy day exhausted me, I was tormented by lonely boredom. A barely visible shadow is persistent, - Repetitions of languishing guarantee.
Impressions of an obsessive network... I wish I could break the hateful loops! Isn't it possible to warm your heart with prayer? Shouldn't we sing about cheerful hopes?
But the prayers have long been forgotten, And the old songs are boring, Because the heart is dark, And the thoughts are all so evil!
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Cloudy, gloomy day, Night, every day is longer. Frequent rain and drizzle Makes life dimmer. Even an unexpected ray will not look through our window, But behind the curtain of clouds, the sun always shines.
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The early dawn separated the Earth from the sky with a pale gray stripe. Everything is covered thickly with clouds, as if whitewash had been smeared on the sky.
It’s quiet, cool and you understand that the day ahead will be cloudy - the sun is not playing at dawn now, it’s in the clouds that are white as chalk.
No, it’s impossible to love frankly A cloudy day - no heat, no rain, It’s just that the sky is overcast all day And it’s boring, and it’s long, and you want to sleep.
Time drags on, seconds are like years, You suffer from boredom, you don’t know what to do: No, really, there’s nothing to do for this kind of weather, You just don’t know how to continue to live in it.
And finally, you will wait for sunset, And, falling asleep, you will ask that tomorrow would not be cloudy, That it would be with the heat, and even with the rain.
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Cloudy, rainy day. The smell of dampness, Freedom more than before The sky shines gray, drops can be heard The clock is ticking very accurately - a second is faster than a second Numerical facial expression Makes you think about the topic of the meaning of life. And from beginning to end, life can go by very quickly. Modified sounds, mutational rumors, tightly boarded windows, Incredibly but actually - existing spirits, broken glass - in a forgotten dimension, cheerful people go to meet each other (the evil ones). Trolleybus wheels roll counterclockwise. You know, all this doesn’t matter when you’re with me. Well, for now - a green river, soon the sky will be clear, paving slabs and some rye bread. Clean water, fresh carrots, light yet sour love. Not everyone needs it, I really need it, I love it... I dream about you - I wouldn’t want everything to happen like in a dream.
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I asked.
I asked the gloomy summer today: “Why are you angry, squinting at the winds? After all, you are not bound by oaths and are free, Why are you frowning with gloomy clouds?”
I asked summer, I wanted to know: “Why is it so rainy and slushy? Why did the mournful song again, the crying wind, start up so joylessly..."
I asked summer how it lost its smile, where did it leave it? Why is she so sad, knocking on the window, What made her so angry? ... ... show full text ...
If Spring lingers.
*** It’s snowing... it doesn’t get tired... March doesn’t recognize Spring! And again you meet faces - gloomy... from bad weather...(((
*** It hits the body... vitamin deficiency! In this bad weather... a cross will not help... ... show full text...
The earth wants affection
High, high, behind a gray veil, the sun hides its smile in lace curls. Every day the skies are watered with tears And endlessly promise boring instability.
The forests look in surprise into the dim distance, And they are sad for the warmth and the ringing roulades. On the flowery grass, like a thick veil, curly strands of willows fall...
The earth wants affection, the world wants tenderness! Summer wants to understand the absurdity of bad weather. Maybe the messenger of the gods, the swift-winged marshmallow, will favorably bring the friendliness of summer...
Once again the weather led us astray from the planned path. And you sit at a crossroads, either it’s the sea, or you’ll have to go to the sauna again.
Wean me away from the bad weather! And wean you away from waiting! In the reflections of the broken firmaments, the rays burn with memory!
Saying goodbye, I return again to the labyrinth of unspoken words. I touch moments again, Having found them among a thousand worlds.
And along the paths that are covered with decay, For some reason I wander to nowhere... I draw with burnt wax “YES” lost in the off-road. ...show full text...
Just yesterday we were together.
Just yesterday, it seemed like it was summer... Today, it seemed to me, it was summer... I planned summer for tomorrow The day before yesterday... And things are still here...
Today, autumn is walking happily, sweeping dust through the streets, impudently... I forgot how yesterday at eight o’clock I swore, sobbing, that she would leave...
The sidewalks were flooded with tears, And my drinking companion, the wind, was tearing up the leaves, I thought they were saying goodbye to the bad weather, I hoped that they would go away forever... ... show full text...
Someone’s gloomy morning: The clouds are moth-eaten, Tattered in texture, Boring in palette. They are dripping steadily, the weather is tiny, the cat is screaming in the tree, he is stupefied without cats. The window is screwed - I attached it with tape. My recipe is proven, my skill is honed... This is the picture If it’s glitchy in the morning,... show full text...
Summer is saying goodbye to us.
Summer is saying goodbye to us, autumn is quietly approaching, Imperceptibly but surely it is taking its rights again, The air is full of coolness, and in the morning it is a little frosty, And the silent foliage is trembling a little with excitement.
Again the golden waltz will accidentally spin us around in a waltz, Again the torrential rain, from which it is impossible to hide, And autumn will deliberately destroy all our plans for the summer, Carrying sadness and bad weather for us on rainy wings...
Again the crazy wind will knock on the windows as hard as we can, Again the cold fog will creep over the grass in the morning, We cannot argue with nature, we are simply powerless, And she demonstrates her superiority to us. ...show full text...
Rain, rain, rain, rain - the sky roared! Oh, like brothers, oh, like brothers, I’m tired of this!
Slush, cold and... sore throat - They broke off all the “raspberries”!
October is depressed, it rains all week, autumn pours iced tea for us and we ate sun candies and only leaf wrappers are flying, I wrap myself in a scarf, only my nose is out and I want to go somewhere to Morocco... well, my nose seems to be cold, my left knee is also wet... I wish I could get into an armchair somewhere by the fireplace, making a warm cocoon out of a blanket and watching the dull picture from the depths of your cozy windows...
...walk through the snowfall, holding hands... ...at the same time turn towards the spring wind... ...hold a huge umbrella with both hands, sheltering from the scorching rays... ...look out the window together at the autumn slush and drink coffee... And if you don’t like the weather, then it’s nearby That one person is not with you!
Storm and Tempest
This is how the heavenly thunders formed. Storm asked me to dance. I don’t dance... We barely know each other. But not with you, alas, not with you.
You were not afraid of your acquaintances then. We weren't afraid that someone would notice. You are Storm and you need waves. And you knew how the wave would respond.
Someone writes to your agent, embarrassed. How are you? Maybe we'll meet tomorrow? In front of you, then naked. Only sex, no taste, only smell. ...show full text...
A psychologist explained why the weather affects our mood
And also explained how to minimize this impact
The influence of weather on a person’s mental state has probably been known since ancient times. In the spring, when the sun warms up, we want romance and madness, and when it’s cold or cloudy, many people feel the desire to wrap themselves in a warm blanket and not leave the house at all. When it’s clear outside, they talk about a “sunny” mood, and when gloomy rain sets in, then, as a rule, it’s rainy in the soul.
Why is the mental state of many people so dependent on climatic conditions? We are talking about this with clinical psychologist, founder of the Valaal school of psychological combat, Valery Ivanovsky.
— Valery Valerievich, the weather affects people’s mood - this is an objective fact. What, in your opinion, are the reasons for the influence of climatic conditions on the human psyche?
— The influence of weather on the human body is, in a certain sense, a banality. I mean, there really is an impact; There is even such a term - weather-sensitive people. But how it happens is another question.
In order not to delve into completely unnecessary details, as a thesis we will present the following idea: as a result of millions of years of biological evolution, humans have developed a mechanism of adaptation to the influence of the external environment, including weather changes, that is close to perfection. There is an autonomic nervous system, which is responsible for the operation of the finest apparatus for adjusting the functioning of our body: it regulates pulse, blood pressure, metabolism and other important processes. This unique system allows a person to be at the optimum of his physical and mental capabilities in almost any climatic conditions. Well, social evolution and scientific and technological progress have made it possible for humans to survive in extreme conditions: for example, in deserts, at the North Pole or in Antarctica.
The above, I think, may be the strongest argument regarding the influence of weather on the human psyche: it certainly exists, but its scale, I suppose, is minimal.
- But why then do many people, to put it simply, mope in cloudy and rainy weather, in the cold?
— That’s right, and there’s also a lot of talk about the sun, lack of vitamin D and many other things. I think that the entire information background around this is connected with one unique feature of a person: he simultaneously exists, as it were, in two worlds. The first world is biological, ruled by physiological needs (food, safety, procreation) and ancient instincts. It is absolutely utilitarian and logical, everything is linear here, there are no abstractions.
The second world is a man-made social one, in which a person, strictly speaking, resides most of the time. This reality operates according to other laws, different from biological ones, and often in conflict with them. The social world begins with two basic things: a collective way of existence and one of its main phenomena – speech. On the one hand, it is a kind of comprehensive means for a person’s interaction with the world and himself, on the other hand, it is speech that creates in a person’s mind a certain picture of the world, a kind of cast from the surrounding reality.
The twist is that in most cases a person interacts not with the real outside world, but with its mental projection, a picture formed in his mind. It seems to be superimposed on existing reality, but at the same time it can be much more diverse and bizarre. Let me put it simply: in this individual picture of the world there may exist things that simply do not exist in objective reality - they are generated by certain whims of our consciousness. But a person perceives these abstractions of his mental picture of the world as part of objective reality!
— Would you like to say that spring romance or autumn blues are most often not the physical impact of certain natural fluids, but social learning?
— In our previous conversations, we talked about the fact that a person from birth to seven years, in the so-called sensitive period, uncritically absorbs the picture of the world from his parents. Or, in other words, it captures their behavior patterns, reactions to certain events, emotional attitude towards the world around them and themselves. In the process of life, this picture is improved and supplemented by various fragments, which we call life experience. In this regard, I will assume that mental reactions to the weather in many cases, paradoxically, are dictated not by physical influence, but by those social patterns of behavior that a person learned during a sensitive period. For example, if the parents were “moping” in the fall, then the child will most likely do the same. And if he “imprinted” in childhood that one should rejoice in the sun, then he does this in adulthood.
I think that my thesis is confirmed by the variability of mental reactions to weather events. Some, for example, love to walk in the rain, while others cannot be pulled out of the house at this time. Some people like it warm, others prefer it cool. Some people like sea air, others dream of living in the forest. And if there were some linear dependence of the state of the human psyche on climatic conditions, it seems to me that there would not be such diverse reactions.
In this context, I would like to remind you about the placebo effect: when essential changes occur in the human body through external suggestion or self-hypnosis. It is also appropriate to recall the corticovisceral theory developed by Konstantin Bykov - he developed the teachings of the great Russian physiologist Ivan Pavlov about the influence of environmental factors on the processes occurring in the body through the cerebral cortex, which controls the higher mental functions of a person. The mechanism, I suppose, can be described as follows: for example, it is raining; The sense organs “deliver” this information to the human nervous system, it is refracted with the help of higher mental functions, after which the social pattern is activated. That is, one person runs out of joy for a walk in the rain, another wraps himself in a warm blanket and mopes on the sofa: it all depends on what attitude he captured towards this phenomenon during a sensitive period.
— Are the so-called “larks” and “owls” from the same opera?
- I think yes. Our life is determined by higher mental functions, and the most important stimulus that shapes behavioral reactions is the word, suggestion. Behavior in this case is both motor reactions and mental patterns that are triggered when certain key words are uttered or certain environmental conditions occur. In a family of “larks”, “owls” rarely grow up, and vice versa. That is, getting up at dawn or sleeping until lunch is purely social learning.
— At the end the 19th century, a doctor from the USA, Albert Leffingwell, conducted a study: studying the statistics of births, murders and other crimes, suicides and insanity, he came to the conclusion that the peak activity of all of the above occurs in spring and summer. were confirmed in 1904 by the American psychologist and educator Edwin Dexter, noting that in the cold season the number of cases of drunkenness increases, morbidity and mortality increase. How can this be explained?
— As a matter of fact, this is another confirmation of what I said above: everything is tied to higher mental functions, which, depending on signals from the external environment, “launch” a certain social pattern. Because, I think, now there is not a single objective reason why you need to drink more in winter than in summer or spring. But if we consider the question in socio-historical retrospect, the answer can be found. Over the centuries, in many areas of human activity (agriculture, for example), activity manifested itself mainly in the warm season, and from late autumn to early spring, social life seemed to freeze due to objective reasons. Perhaps this is why people are accustomed to “relaxing” during periods of forced rest. Now such a model, as we understand, does not correspond to reality at all, but the template continues to live.
Psychiatrists will probably tell you that the peak of exacerbations of mental illness occurs in autumn and spring. However, I suppose this also confirms my thesis that human behavior is largely determined not by environmental factors, but by social patterns triggered through higher mental functions. Let's look at the situation from a different angle. A psychiatrist receives an education at a medical school, but education is also a form of social template. That is, the future specialist is told in a directive form that this is exactly what is happening and not otherwise. Well, doctors, in turn, can instill this thesis in their patients: they say, well, what do you want, it’s spring, so your anxiety has increased. That is, probably, a kind of double infection occurs: a person communicates with relatives, who, again, uncritically perceive the thesis (the doctor said so!). It penetrates into the media, fiction, and cinema, ultimately acquiring the features of social reality. As a result, there is now little doubt that exacerbations in mental patients MUST occur in the fall and spring. And they happen!
— Is this something like a so-called self-fulfilling prophecy?
- Absolutely right! This is exactly what the Soviet physiologist Pyotr Anokhin called the acceptor of the result of an action: that is, a certain event occurs because everyone is waiting for it. Here the Voronya Settlement from “The Golden Calf” by Ilf and Petrov comes to mind: after each of its inhabitants thought that it would certainly burn down, it did burn down.
I think many psychiatrists will be critical of what I am about to say. However, it would be interesting to conduct an experiment: completely exclude from the information field (and primarily from textbooks!) references to spring-autumn exacerbations of mental illness. For some reason, it seems to me that in this case, seasonality will “go away”: people will start to get sick evenly, including in winter and summer.
— There is an opinion that men and women react differently to weather phenomena. Why?
— Of course, there are differences between the male and female bodies. As a rule, men are stronger and larger, and they have a lower pain threshold. There are differences in the humoral regulation of various processes. All this, of course, influences the perception of climatic conditions, but I think this is influenced to a greater extent not by physical, but by social factors. That is, the same templates that we have already talked about. Well, maybe a woman will rejoice in the sun or be sad in the rain a little more emotionally than a man.
— Do you need to fight your own perception of the weather - for example, if in the rain or cold you want to lie down and be sad, so as not to see anyone?
— There is a universal recipe for how to make your life qualitatively better: you need to approach any events and phenomena consciously. Mindfulness means that in each current moment you are aware of the deep motive of your moods and actions. And when you know this, there is a magical opportunity to choose: to do it or not. That is, if a person understands the reasons for his winter blues, if he realizes that there are no objective, externally determined reasons for this, that this is just a thought inspired by the way of life of his ancestors, he himself chooses what to do with this blues. And this recipe - awareness of every moment of your life - is suitable for all occasions in life, and not just for solving the problem of weather perception.
