Gigantic Cinema: A Weather Anthology

We never understood why talking about the weather seemed trite — it affects us too greatly. We’re never without it — whether in metaphor (here comes that fellow with the cloud over his head) or simple daily salutation (may the wind be at your back). A proper and exalting celebration of the sun, the rain, the clouds and the rumbles of thunder deep into the night, put your arms up like Prospero in Shakespeare’s The Tempest. Call on the sky to tumble down on us. Read this book. There’s a storm coming.