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Hurricane: Very rarely experienced – widespread damage | The air is filled with foam. | Exceptionally high waves small and medium sized ships occasionally lost from view behind waves the sea is completely covered with long white patches of foam the edges of wave crests are blown into froth. Violent storm: Very rarely experienced – widespread damage. | Very high waves with long overhanging crests the resulting foam in great patches is blown in dense white streaks the surface of the sea takes on a white appearance the tumbling of the sea becomes heavy. Storm: Trees uprooted considerable structural damage. | High waves dense streaks of foam crests of waves begin to topple, tumble and roll over spray may affect visibility. Strong gale: Slight structural damage occurs – roofing dislodged larger branches break off. | Moderately high waves of greater length edges of crests begin to break into spindrift foam is blown in well-marked streaks along the direction of the wind. Gale: Twigs break off trees progress generally impeded.
| Sea heaps up and white foam from breaking waves begins to be blown in streaks along direction of wind. Decorate your laptops, water bottles, notebooks and windows. | Large waves begin to form the white foam crests are more extensive with probably some spray. The city of Matsuyama in Japan is noted as a center of haiku poetry. Unique I Am A Leaf On The Wind stickers featuring millions of original designs created and sold by independent artists. Strong: Large branches in motion whistling heard in telephone wires umbrellas used with difficulty. the wind said, fear not, dear friend, you may feel lonely now but i am wherever you are, and i wont let you down i am your new home. Frequent whitecaps.įresh: Small trees in leaf begin to sway crested wavelets form on inland waters. | Moderate waves, taking a more pronounced long form many white horses are formed – a chance of spray. Moderate: Raises dust and loose paper small branches begin to move.
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The rule goes like this: by declaring 'I am a leaf on the wind,' and then presenting a suitably dramatic and interesting depiction of subsequent events, you can succeed at any action or short series of actions - as long as the. | Small wavelets, ripples formed but do not break: A glassy appearance maintained. This week's game session was the first use of this new rule. Light: Wind felt on face leaves rustle ordinary vanes moved by wind. O love me while I am, You green thing in my way I cried, and the birds came down And made my song. NOT ACTUALLY A POEM but some extremely great science writing that the weather service still uses, it gets me so HET UP as I read it because I am like “YEAH those branches are gonna start swaying!!! oh heck oh heck here it comes! MORE WIND!” Anyhow, here it is.Ĭalm: Smoke rises vertically. Sweet Phoebe, shes my theme: She sways whenever I sway.
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