A weekend of glorious sun in London and I’m almost nostalgic for the misery of the previous eight months of rain and hail and wind and fog. More than once during that time I was reminded of the T-Bone Walker song:

They call it Stormy Monday
But Tuesday’s just as bad.
They call it Stormy Monday
But Tuesday’s just as bad.
Lord, and Wednesday’s worse
And Thursday’s all so sad.

Not to worry, the rain returns tomorrow. So, in celebration of the wet and the windy, the cold and the miserable, here is a small gallery of bad weather blues:

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From the top down: 1. A storm sweeping across Mt Bell in the Canadian Rockies; 2. The Great Beehive in Canada’s Banff National Park shrouded in fog; 3. Snowfall in the forest by Lake Agnes, Banff National Park; 4. The Cuillin in Skye, looking like something out of Mordor; 5. A rainbow lighting up the Skye coast; 6. The sun trying to peek through storm clouds on Littlestones beach in Kent;  7. A tree in a storm in Glen Coe in the Scottish Highlands; 8. A wet, dank Malham Moor in Yorkshire; 9. A ghostly tree on foggy Blythe Fields in south London; 10. A French rose wilting under an icecap; 11. A tree lit up by snow in south London; 12 London’s Shard, silhouetted against a storm.

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  1. Here is another typical failure of analysis. You have to view the conclusion before you can start to understand the whole. This song is not about the weather. That is just a metaphor. (You do know what a metaphor is, don’t you?) Just in case you can’t work it out, “Stormy Monday” is a metaphor for the singer’s emotional turmoil, to which are added further metaphors in the course of the lyrics.
    Don’t think of trying “Stormy Weather” instead. That won’t work either, because that is just another, very similar, metaphor.

    • Oh my, we are being literal aren’t we? Of course I know that ‘Stormy Monday’ is not about bad weather. I wrote that bad weather called to mind the lyrics, not that the lyrics referred to bad weather. Clearly, knowing what a metaphor is doesn’t give you the sense not to write silly, patronizing comments.

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