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December changeable and mild
December changeable and mild,
The whole winter will remain a child.
Cold is the night . . .
Cold is the night . . .
When the stars shine bright.
The more moisture there is in the sky, the more the light from the sun, moon, and stars is dimmed or reddened. A very clear sky permits more starlight to penetrate, thus the stars appear brighter. Moisture tends to hold in the day’s heat like a blanket. The less moisture there is in the air at night, the more the temperature tends to fall. Thus, the brighter the stars appear, the cooler is the night.
If a circle forms ‘round the moon
If a circle forms ‘round the moon, ‘twill rain or snow soon.
The halo that sometimes surrounds the moon is a beautiful sight. The halo is caused by light that is refracted as it passes through ice crystals of high-level clouds.While these high-level clouds themselves don’t carry any precipitation, they often foretell an advancing system of low pressure, which tends to bring undesirable weather conditions. While rain or snow may not always follow, the appearance of a halo provides a higher probability of wet weather.
Rain
The rain is falling all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
Que llueva, que llueva…
Que llueva, que llueva,
la Virgen de la Cueva,
los pajaritos cantan,
las nubes se levantan,
¡Que si, que no,
que caiga un chaparrón!
Que siga lloviendo,
los pájaros corriendo,
florezca la pradera
al sol de Primavera.
¡Que si, que no!
¡Que caiga un chaparrón!
¡Que no me moje yo!
.en translation
It’s raining, it’s raining,
The cavern maiden’s calling.
The little birds are singing,
The clouds are lifting.
Oh yes, oh no,
Let the downpour fall!
It’s raining, it’s raining,
The birds go on running,
Let the meadow blossom
Under the spring sun.
Oh yes, oh no,
Let it rain cats and dogs,
Let me not get wet!
.en translation
It may rain, It may rain
The quetzal is in the cave
It may rain, It may rain
The quetzal is in the cave
The little birds sing
The clouds rise
Maybe yes, Maybe no
A downpour may fall
Maybe yes, Maybe no
A downpour may fall
Blow, Wind, Blow!
Blow, wind, blow!
And go, mill, go!
That the miller may grind his corn,
That the baker may take it,
And into bread make it,
And bring us a loaf in the morn.
