November Verse 8: Graupel

Posted on 18 November 2022 | 8 Comments

The weatherman on ABC News the other night spoke of graupel, a lovely word that was new to me. It almost does the impossible and rhymes with purple.

November verse 8: Graupel

The heavens opened, down came graupel,
baby hail. The storm soon passed
and downstairs' lawn shone green, white, purple –
jacaranda, ice and grass.
A rattling downpour, hints of thunder,
then this calm nine-minute wonder.
For a moment we knew grace,
La Niña showed her lovely face. 
Not so in Molong, Forbes, and Nowra.
There La Niña went to town
to rip and drench, to smash and drown,
then flashed her worst at poor Eugowra.
She's no god we must appease.
Code red: 1.5 degrees!

Added later: Photo taken from our kitchen window of our downstairs neighbours’ yard. The jacaranda blossoms don’t show up in this photo, but they were there.

Photo by Penny Ryan
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8 responses to “November Verse 8: Graupel”

  2. irvinm | 18 November 2022 at 3.32 pm | Reply

    We didn’t get any graupel this side of the bridge

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  3. tiddah | 18 November 2022 at 5.15 pm | Reply

    While I agree thst graupel is a great new word , I’m not sure that they were such baby graupe – quite a few that landed in my courtyard Looked pretty grown up to me Sent from my iPhone

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