One of my favorite things in life is clouds. I have albums full of them and now I have my Picasa albums full of digital pictures.
This is a fairly harmless shot of "maybe if we get together we can make rain" clouds.
This is a shot of drifty, buttermilk looking clouds at Garden of the Gods on one of the AIDS Walks.
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This looks like it could really do something.
So anyway, you get the idea of the cloud fetish. I want to go on record now as saying the clouds that are not clearly defined and hang over our heads like a foggy blanket are the ones we need to watch out for. My state is being devastated by a silly thing called "rain". For most of the summer we prayed for rain. "Oh, Please God, just a little rain." Our world was withering before our eyes. Remember that? Three feet of hail in Denver!
I took Stockyards Road home on Thursday and the conflux of the Arkansas and Fountain creek was visible. Arkansas was clear and calm. Course it flows through the reservoir, but the Fountain was a ugly, angry brown mess. Bear in mind that it had travelled 35 miles down here from up North and it had lost some of it's furor along the way, but it was still enough to terrify this faint little heart of mine.
It made me think of the people who are in the "eye of the weather". How frightening that must be to have the rain just keep coming and watch your street fill up and see your property line shrinking. It was bad enough when the fires were burning up on the mountains, but now there is nothing to stop the water when it races down hill. And the faster it races, the more debris it picks up. And our "powers that be" just nod and say, "Oh, a hundred year flood. That is what it is." Kind of sad that the loss of property and life is written off with such a simple statement. Course there is always FEMA.
Here are my thoughts on this phenomenon;
We are a mighty nation. We shake our fist and nations tremble. We open our checkbook and nations grovel. We smile and nations simper. But when the storm clouds gather, no one is in charge. Mother Nature has the last word. (In my simple mind, Mother Nature and God are one and the same, but I shall call the entity Mother Nature in this missive.) Mother Nature can not be controlled by mere mortals. She causes the rain to fall on the just and the unjust. And she keeps no time table. She sends earthquakes to destroy temples and fires to consume the dead wood. She washes her earth clean. And we, being mere mortals that we are, fall to our knees and tremble. We beg. We grovel. We try to explain it away, and much like the fires in Yellowstone, we wait. We wait and we know that soon the green shoot of grass will appear. The tiny pine will peek from the forest floor. The roots will go deep and cling to the bosom of Mother Earth. In a few years we will have a forest again and God in his heaven will smile!
So for now, I will continue to collect my clouds knowing that some day I will be seeing the very bright sun!
You can not sprinkle showers of happiness on other people without getting a few drops on yourself!
