This is a picture of the evening sky over our neighborhood. I wish this picture had been taken last night instead of last month. Perhaps the weather would have been better today.
Red sky at night, sailor's delight.
Red in the morning, sailors take warning.
It wasn't red last night. Nor was it a red sky this morning. But there was a warning.
We were outside working in the garden. My husband said the clouds were changing. Then I told him to stop and listen. "Do you hear that?" I asked. But he couldn't hear anything. No wind. No thunder. Then I said, "We missed the warning. All afternoon the birds have been singing away and now? Silence. A storm is definitely coming."
We put the mower away, cleaned up the garden tools, and went inside. TWO minutes later, it began. The sky became very dark and the clouds let loose. Not only did it rain cats and dogs, but large balls of hail were bouncing all over, off the roof and the driveway. Then as suddenly as it came, the storm left. The sun shone again. Fluffy white clouds floated in a cerulean sky. It was as if nothing every happened...until one spied the broken flowers and the almost coin-size holes in the leaves of our zucchini plant. Sometimes Mother Nature is not my friend.
2 comments:
gorgeous view
We always said "red sky at night, Shepherd's delight; red sky in the morning, Sailor's warning"
Leaving me with childhood fancies of shepherds watching their flocks by night while eating bowls of Angel Delight (the grown up's Instant Whip)
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