One thing about living in a temperate climate in the Midlands of England is the variations in the sky. We might have just had one of the hottest summer’s on record, but like most people here I am waiting for the rain to come back. The country usually gets enough, but at the moment satellite imagery shows the grass burnt to brown instead of the greens of summers. Trees seem to be fairing better because they have deep roots. But hopefully when the rain comes down from the sky the land will recover.
Clouds fly on the breezes and winds,
Blue skies soon turn grey,
Magic sunsets illuminate the sky,
Stars shine out on high.
Shooting stars obscured by clouds,
Planet’s seem so bright.
Moon and Sun in turn appear,
Sometimes Moon hides Sun.
Look up, look up, into the air, not just to the ground,
Above your head the sky astounds,
The world below is gone.
Well I do like skies. There is something called the cloud appreciation society which has interesting information about clouds. They suggest blue skies are boring, and watching the different sorts of clouds is the thing to do, from cirrus, cumulo nimbus, asperatus, mammatus, stratus, so many names. New cloud formations identified. ..
Skies are such a barometer (no pun intended) of our atmosphere. I would hate to live in a country where the weather stayed the same for months.