We’ve been socked in with rain for days, and my stash of Skywatch photos is depleted, too, so I went out with my camera during a break in the rain (but not a break in the gray) and took this one of the only clouds available. When I got back inside and looked at it on my computer, I could see a pale mysterious eye looking back at me. I think it was worth a pair of squishy wet shoes.
Then late in the day the rain stopped, and the sky decided to make it up to us with a really glorious sunset that turned everything to crimson!
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The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.