"he entered the forest and the phantoms came to meet him"

In michigan, this happens all the time. Maybe this is an indication that I am a goth at heart, since I'm reluctant to leave all the weather changes behind.

Nice to see a new question from you, Mark. :-)

Crackhouses are not very Gothic, though, I don't think.

I don't encounter Attempted Gothic Weather so much as Sudden Hippie Sunshine, alas.

how about russian literature, where the character's complexion reflects his or her internal state? like when a character will turn green, then yellow, then bright red, then completely pale? that ever happen to you?

(but the joke there is that i'm actually not)

I assume I would be safe (whoever heard of an unearthed flat?). I also had Tosca blaring in the background for added atmosphere.

probably if i hadn't been headed elsewhere, i wd have gone up on the roof to watch the lightning, which is always superspectacular from there

no one is answering my question as i meant it though: ie did you ever encounter weather which seems to be TRYING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING!!?

(obv if you are too "northern" and "hard" to bother to make distinctions between good and bad weather, good and bad music etc, then this question will go over yr head)

*tornado watch issued
*everything goes dead quiet, especially birds
*any wind exposes the silver backs of cottonwood leaves, which is wives' tale indicator for a huge storm a-comin'
*clouds become so waterlogged they approach a dark slate green colour
*television is switched on to hear weather person have Doppler-related stormgasms and to see when/where tornado watch becomes tornado warning
*thunder like a grumbling stomach turning into a growling dog
*proper forked lightning and sudden monsoon-type rains with horrible winds
*something knocks over in the street
*scared dog attaches self to someone using claws; if overnight this means claws meet scalp
*quick get down into the basement, tornado warning!

Weather in Minnesota told me one thing: move somewhere else.

I really enjoy thunderstorms if I'm in the right house. In the flat in Bloomsbury, it is wonderful, because it's so high up that you feel like you are in a ship. (But without the stomach-churning pitching.)

Thunderstorms in the house in Upstate NY were frankly terrifying, not just because Upstate thunderstorms are FIERCE, but because it was a wooden house. It had lightning rods, but when a bloke went up to replace the roof, he said that one of them was MELTED. That made it both scary and exciting.

The best thunderstorm experience I've had recently was last summer in HSA's mum's house in Wiltshire. It's a lovely old brick and stone building which is 400 years old or something, and it feels like it has been there forever, and it's huddled right up against the downs to it's wonderful to watch the rains lashing across the valley and feel nice and safe and snug.

I was more bothered by the fact that Sheffield Wednesday had knocked us out of the Worthington Cup.

(or maybe a plaguepit full of flayed hackney-style bear carcasses etc, to wax old-skool ilxor for a moment)

(And in Wiltshire, they had their very own Broad Town Man, an Anglo Saxon who was burried outside the village. At the cross roads. I said immediately "He must have been an evil doer!" and HSA and his mum were quite impressed that I could surmise this because it took the archeologist who dug him up several years of study to figure out what I had guessed from old wives' tale style conventional wisdom.)

(or "one day to walken" as i first wrote: which wd be even scarier...)

(Oh, I've been reading the most interesting book on Linguistics which has been going on at length about recreations of Indo-European as a language!)

He actually did answer this on another thread, but I can't remember what he said. Oh curse my non-functioning brain. I blame alcohol. And plague pits. And the electrical interference of lightning storms.

The Finno-Ugric language family

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finno-Ugric_languages

A little story which happens to be true:

I was in Malawi a few years ago and got caught in an end of world rain storm. I ran to the nearest shelter (which was a restaurant). I sat talking to the owner and asked him what the name of the retuarant meant (it was called Thank You). He told me he once killed a man and was sentenced to death. He prayed and had his sentence commuted to 25 years. When released, he opened the bar as a thank you to God. Then the lightening struck and plunged us into darkness. Why he didn't kill me, I don't know. The prologue and weather was ideal for tourist stabbing. Sigh, too many Hollywood films.

I truly apologise for the thread mutation, and I am trying to desperately get it back on topic.

(To use the accepted Viz terminology races.)

NB I control my temper a little better now. I was only 5 years old.

God, I sound like someone who gets his news from chat rooms.

Incidentally, Hurricane is a Mayan word.

Very much so! :-)

Yes, I have known Gothic weather; like others I like the question.

Sometimes the sun comes out from the clouds as nice things happen, but that's not very goth at all.

!!!

http://www.goddess-gallery.com/ggimages/neolith/5480.jpg

I then saw the same rainbow behind Matt Smith at Upton Park, the next morning!

Meanwhile, I had left my shoes and socks outside. They are still not dry 24 hours later.

It was a dark and stormy night...

I discovered a patch of Ancient Woodland less than a mile from my house! It started snowing just as I entered the forest, like a reflection of my own wonder and joy at the discovery.

Also, P-Celtic grammar is so amazing. Did you know they count in base 20?

I'm gonna go draw some trees.

meanwhile the meteorological men of the world are becoming much more slutty at their news desks - call it global warming of the pants

wildly gothic burst of weather suddenly lol

in this order: thunder, crash of window, rain in thick pluming curtains of mist, lightning

my plan to go buy painkillers is on hold

https://i.imgur.com/TYZlNh3.png

ps i misremembered the intertitle this thread is named for, it shd be "and when he had crossed the bridge, the phantoms came to meet him"

(even tho he does also enter a forest at that point)