Dreich
A drenching,
bone soaking mizzle
Drip-dropping down the back cold,
Misty eyed with misty tears
And a face full of mud
Grit in my teeth
Grating
as I grimace down the hill
And there you are, my love
Dark eyes shining
As you turn and run like water
Over the golden gorse
Both shining like the sun
Like the only light
In my universe
#CoSopoetry

@matty7w dreich is one of the all time great Scottish words 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿👏👏👏

@killingfloorman @matty7w Yup, that's how I'd describe this morning in the Highlands! Dreich, damp, cold. With a northerly beginning to pick up. Here comes the change in weather! To say I am scunnered is not an exaggeration! 😂 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿