Cumulus clouds towering like mountains, boiling and roiling up above the plains, cauliflower crisp at the growing tops, losing definition and melting into wispy cotton-candy fluff as the cloud moves on -Cumulus Mammatus drooping multiple, witchy breasts that offer no succour beyond pouring rain from the grey underside of who knows how big a storm – photographs of motherships ominous over Texas – clouds I will never likely see in person, but regard in awe at nature’s power – mixing warm-moist air from the Gulf, hot-dry South-western and Mexican, with cool-dry Canadian in an unholy cocktail that drops twisters on the panhandle and whisks away more than Dorothy and Toto in Kansas… On a calmer day, coruscating cirrus mackerel-sky not to be confused with expanding contrails crisscrossing the blue, and definitely not the chemtrail nightmares of conspiracy theorists, make a halo around the sun on high, or the moon at night, whilst grey-day lowering stratus brings dampening drizzle followed by heavier rain as a front closes in – clouds caught on mountain tops or melting as mist in valleys when the sun comes up – clouds layered in all their glorious types from the ground up to the realm of the noctilucent and sprites seen only from space – a mystery not yet explained by Atmospheric Physics – and all possessed of an ever changing beauty that cloaks and swirls around our blue planet…
© Andrew Wilson, 2026
I missed the deadline for Mr Linky over at dVerse Poets Pub, where Lisa or Li in Poetics, invited us to write about Weather, something that Global Warming consequences have forced everybody around the world, to pay attention to ( and not just we weather obsessed Brits!). Li also gave a shout out to some previous posts on weather, including mine as guest editor in 2024.
Stuart McPherson wrote a prompt about weather in 2012.
Victoria C. Slotto wrote about it in 2015.
Andrew Wilson wrote about it in 2024.
I am posting it for Open Link Night #413 with Live Edition.
