For twenty-six English years
never experiencing weather
—except those two weeks complaining about the heat
and that year of snow, not having to go to school—
grim days, followed by more grim days.
To Australia to enjoy another twenty-plus years
of all the weathers in one day, every day
—except snow, which only the rich could afford,
skiing around Kosciuszko National Park—
good days, followed by even more good days.
Then Thailand, for who knows how long,
where the weather is upside down
—winters are sunny and temperate,
summers, wet, wild and grey—
taking me home again.
Written for dVerse Poetics weather prompt and inspired by the depression felt on grey days, even here in Thailand’s hot rainy season.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Nice one! Sometimes we prefer the weather from our youth…
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Cheers Paula 🙏 Not me though!
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weather is uncontrollable despite all out best efforts to control everything on this planet. It’s getting more unpredictable too. Great poem.
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Thanks Robbie 🙏
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Love this Shaun – a witty poem that captures the migrant experience with great warmth – showing how home isn’t always a physical place, but a familiar sky 🙌
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Thanks so much Ange 🙏
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Sometimes our life path changes like the weather. I’ve lived in the south and the north and have experienced extreme weather but, I prefer the seasons of the north.
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Wherever we go, there’s the weather!
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I love your poem coming full circle. You have had some interesting lifetimes, Shaun.
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Cheers Dwight 🙏 Not sure I have any more moves in me but they would likely lean towards Australia again rather than England.
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I really love to live in a country with proper seasons.
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The 50 weeks of grim grey rainy days of England certainly made those two weeks of sunshine feel very special. (I’m exaggerating but when going through it, it certainly felt like a looooong time)
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Shaun, if there is one thing we can never escape on Earth, it is weather. I prefer it to the sterility of space (imagining being a star voyager.)
The weather is going “bad” here in Michigan it seems. Summers much harsher winters much wilder.
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Interesting thought Lisa. Would astronauts from more predictable climates fair better for long travel times in space? Could we simulate weather in our space craft?
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wilder = milder
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