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In Colorado, we have sunny days and blue skies 300 days a year. When there is a cloudy day, we are not pleased. We whine, complain, cry, grumble, moan, gripe and sometimes wail.
We ask when it will all disappear. We say things like, “What has happened to the weather?” or “Can you believe it’s been cloudy this morning?” We wonder: “Do you think the clouds will last long?” We look out and say things like, “Come on Mr. Sun” make your usual appearance!” and “Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, please Mr. Sun, please shine down on me.”
So, although I count myself as a Coloradoan, (I’ve lived here most of my adult life) I want to admit that I love clouds. I love the names of them and the look of them. How can one not adore these beautiful words: cumulus, stratus, cirrus and nimbus? I think we should have more of them. How else can we teach our children how to find pictures in clouds if there are none?
A couple of days ago my husband and I were returning home. What I saw ahead as I drove appeared to be the last of the mountain front that had offered clouds and a few flurries early that morning. By afternoon the front had dissipated and had become an enormous cloud, consolidated and beautiful. I took the photo from the front of my house.
Weather Prediction for today: Cloudy with Flurries!!