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“Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks!
You sulphurour and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once
That make ingrateful man!”

William Shakespeare

Shakespeare is a vividly descriptive writer.  Okay, so maybe many of his story ideas were not original, but there's no doubting the fact that as a descriptive writer, he was superlative.

I love storms and the wind.  I really feel for the people who will suffer when the storms start, though.  Here in India, where I currently live,there are many people who sleep under the stars or in makeshift dwellings.  But I enjoy listening to  the wind because it has such power.  Wind power can even be used to generate electricity.

I remember, years ago in Ireland, which is quite a windswept country, on the edge of the Atlantic ocean, I took part in a school debate.  My school was debating for the motion that nuclear power stations were unnecessary in our country.  The other school was debating against the motion.  During the course of the debate, it was suggested (by me!) that sources of renewable power should be found to satisfy the country's growing need for electrical power.  Sources such as wind power, for example.

My already fragile confidence stumbled when a speaker on the opposite team, at the end of her contribution,  ridiculed the suggestion that wind power would be a viable proposition for Ireland on the grounds that she 'walked down the street several times a day and never felt a breeze.'  One of our team members, a fiery girl by the name of Cathy, stood up and challenged that suggestion when her turn came to speak.

"I'd like, with the Chairperson's permission, to address the speaker who declared that she walks down the street several times a day and never feels a breeze," said Cathy.  "I'd just like to say that I too walk down the street several times a day and I've had  to hold on to my trousers because the wind is so strong....."  The entire gathering dissolved into laughter.  Yes, debates can be boring and it takes a few entertaining speakers to liven up proceedings.

But is Ireland sufficiently windy for wind power or not?  How could two citizens of the same country have such varying opinions?  Anything goes in a debate, I suppose.  Even a school debate.

My thanks to William Shakespeare for the quote.  And All-Free Download for the photo.

This is a Loose Bloggers Consortium post.   My thanks to Padmini for the week's topic  Members links in sidebar.  My list needs updating so apologies to members who are still listed there, who would otherwise not be.


  1. Living in Florida, USA I have been in some really bad hurricanes, Maria. Sooo, no I do not like the wind.
    blessings ~ maxi

  2. As much as I love to read is how much i hate willy s. I have never cared for him. But I love the wind - as long as roofs remain in tact. I even like watching tornadoes when they are not decimating homes.

  3. I have had enough chasing my bins that were blown around all over the place this winter, and pushing my neighbour's fence back out of my way (3 times) during the gales. I am not a fan of wind.

  4. I have had enough chasing my bins that were blown around all over the place this winter, and pushing my neighbour's fence back out of my way (3 times) during the gales. I am not a fan of wind.

  5. I don't like the wind. Never have and don't know why.

  6. I love the wind too! According to Chinese medicine, people who love the wind have a weakness in their gall bladder. I had to have mine out, so I guess they were right as far as I'm concerned. :)

  7. We've had some terrible winds/gales here and also floods in other parts of the country. It's been a mild but wet and windy winter. Worst floods on record.

    That girl must have been going around with her eyes shut unless she had very strong elastic in her trousers!
    You were right about the wind power.
    Maggie x

    Nuts in May

  8. Maria, I don't like, and am suspicious of, wind (and rain) when I am outside. I love both when snug and safe inside. Yet, as you hint at, wind has passion and when inside the sound is soothing, even if the vision out of the window is harrowing. Basic human need: Shelter. To feel secure.

    Other than that: Oh my god, my feet were nearly pulled from underneath me a few days ago. Wind pocket. Slightly unnerving sensation. My umbrella, as many before it, has joined the big upturned inside out in the sky.


    PS Am all for wind power. A type of recycling. Drive through Belgium. You'll know what I mean.

  9. School debates are absolutely fascinating and I would like to attend them even now except that no one invites me!


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