Hubby was a flyer in the Navy. He knows clouds, wind, and anything about the sky. Actually, he can look at the sky and understand the weather, far better than our TV weather forecasters / meteorologists. It’s what he had to learn before flying jets.
Our evening sky watchings are delightful. He can point out any cloud, and all too often if I ask a question, he begins an explanation that’s sometimes more than I actually want to know.
Like the other night, when we saw this cloud:
And he told me how to look for the bottom of the cloud, which is often gray, and see if it continues downward. This one certainly did.
“But, what if the bottom rises and decides to bite the top?”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“Look for yourself.”
“You have a point there. Never seen that happen before.”
“So what does it mean?”
”Don’t know. But I do know there’s a storm coming.”
“Nope. The dark cloud grew. Ate the big white cloud. Now the sunset is peeking through. No rain.”
“At least we can still enjoy the beautiful clouds. And we can keep hoping for rain.”