As ever a pleasure to pass on the Cloud Appreciation Society Newsletter. Now I have to just think of the best reason for them to visit Salton City on that US trip!
I spent some time in early August hoping we would get rained on, without joy. I was hopeful yesterday too, with a wind coming up from the gulf, but the dessicating desert air all mopped it up and we just got haze.
I watch the nimbus build across the west
a great gray blanket blotting out the sun,
the gathering of storm has just begun –
we need the rain! The cumulus start to crest
off to the south, into great thunderheads.
The tension builds in the electric air.
I bring the lawn chairs in and thus prepare
for wind that might just tear such things to shreds
with its intensity. I know the drill;
stratus accumulate and start to bear down
as if to smother this belittled town –
they’ll rumble, crack and then they’ll start to spill.
The coulds build up as if to promise rain,
but in the afternoon’s heat dissipate again.
Although I love watching the clouds, sometimes the structures that the atmosphere comes up with are just too astonishing for anything. I just love the cloud streets shown in this Cloud Appreciation Society newsletter.
As ever it is my pleasure to pass along the Cloud Appreciation Society newsletter. I know a few of my fans who will immediately think of the first photograph as a ‘JeniBate Sky’.
I guess there is sometimes a progession in the names. Evening rain and Night Storm. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen either of those, but here they are.
Night storms are interesting because here we have the power go out in about 50% of good storms.
I always enjoy passing along the Cloud Appreciation Society Newsletter and this month it has two things that I especially love – a beautiful day’s edge cloud, and a poem.
Yes, 9 days since I blogged – I’ve been on the road for most of those. I have seen a lot of skies, a lot of roads and was astonished by Mount Shasta – whose awesome beauty I was unprepared for.
While I was in Bellevue, WA, there was a lull at the fair, during which I was able to add to my list of sonnets. One step further to that bucket list item.
The upper leaves spread up to gather light
The lower leaves reach out to seek the sun
The branches stretch and grow with all their might
Until leaves redden when the summer’s done.
The colorful flowers that bloomed bright in the spring
Are now brown crisps around a precious seed
that wait for autumn’s winds to find their wings
and fly to other grounds that might just lead
to sprouting from the earth when spring returns,
to rooting and to spreading and to growth
into a new tree; life’s desire thus burns
for life itself will not succeed with sloth.
Look at a tree and it will show you how
To plan tomorrow just by doing now.