I happen to like clouds, how about you?
As a child, I would lay in the grass face up looking at clouds and find pictures in them. Today, I’m more apt to just appreciate them as I drive along.
I like a cloudy day as it cuts the heat by 10 degrees, and it’s rare to have a day that is entirely cloudy. In Michigan, it would be cloudy for days, so we welcomed the sun. Now that I don’t sit out in the sun, the clouds are just fine by me.
I had a friend call about a week ago and ask me if it being overcast bothered me. Nope, I like it. (It was bothering her.) (We’ve needed rain, and it is such a blessing to have it.)
I know I’ve said before that I like storms. I don’t even mind hurricanes so much except for the aftermath with no electricity. (Obviously I take that back for the huge storms that cause loss of life or homes.) (And I don’t like wind swept fire, as a result of lightening strikes on dry flora.)
One of my children was very afraid of storms, the thunder especially. I doubt she’d ever been outside her orphanage until I adopted her. I don’t know what kind of storms they had there, if many, but her sense of hearing was acute, so she noticed all the sounds that we know to filter out, because she had never heard them before. Once in a while, even today, she’ll say, what is that sound, or look startled, and I’ll say, that’s the refrigerator, for example.
We would sit on either our front porch or our back porch, where I would rock her and we would watch the rain. I’d make a game of it so she knew I liked the storm and that it would hurt us.
Today, there was a line of black clouds lying low. At mid point there were some fluffs of white. Peaking at 12 o’clock was a tiny sliver of blue. It’s never rained, so far, but it sprinkled.
One time I saw a striking line of clouds, like a V pointed to the earth, but not a tornado.
If you’ve ever been around tornadoes (thanks to Michigan I have) you know there is a peculiar color to the clouds when one is near. One time I was struck by it here, and I said, there’s a tornado close by. Sure enough, there was. But I’m glad we don’t have as many as we had in Michigan. There we had a basement; here, we do not.
And one time I saw a fist above the road. It kind of went along with the news that day, which was interesting. I wasn’t looking for it, but you couldn’t miss it.
I can’t say I appreciate the darker clouds of life, when used in a metaphorical sense, but I do appreciate them in the sky.
Karin
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