We report: there was rain for a few hours in the morning, and then it did not get much warmer. Now, at sunset, we can still find beads of water on leaves here and there. It gets a little cold, too, enough for a jacket, but we wait until our expert gets the sniffles to go home.
We report: on the approach of the clouds, we feel weighed down, finding it hard to move. There is a sense that we are seeing something we should not. It gets very windy, warm and dry. Once we are under the storm, and it starts to rain, we cannot make out its contours anymore.
We report: at last, the sky bears tidings of changing weather. Cirrus and cirrocumulus, our expert reminds us, often precede a cold front, perhaps even a squall line. We hold hope for at least a little rain to clear the air; for now, the clouds keep on slowly aggregating.
We report: we watched rain approach on the radar for half an hour, but as it got close, we realised most of it had evaporated on the way. We were able to count the raindrops, more of a pitter than a pitter-patter. Ultimately, we did lose a few degrees, a tear into this hot day.
We report: just before noon, though the shade is hard to find, it is not yet too hot to step outside. We cheer on the clouds a little, but try as they would, they would not be thick enough to block anything. Later on, the sun seems to come in through the keyhole and mail slot.
We report: we find sleep to be a difficult affair with the heatwaves of late. We toss and turn, nonsensically wishing our pillows had more sides so we could find a cold surface to lay our head on. We dream of insomnia, and wake up to the sun already risen, once more.
We report: the night comes kindly with a breeze, while the ground is still warm to the touch. There is a bit of humidity in the air. During the day, it made the heat more difficult to bear, but in the absence of the sun, we feel thankful for the slight chill it brings.
We report: the sky has come down to meet us, low, low, until we touch the clouds - the clouds touch us. We are aware that it was supposed to be hot, or at least we heard it would be, but we find it difficult to picture while mist is dribbling down our nose and eyelashes.
We report: the light is thick and sluggish today. It laboriously works its way through the air, and stays suspended in the dust. In the afternoon heat, we also find our movements slow and heavy. We feel as though we can tell each ray of light apart as they hit our face.
We report nearing midnight, although it really is early in the night. We are holding a red torch over our expert’s shoulder while they are focusing on their star map. They do not notice the bats flying overhead; all the better, as they are still afraid of most flying things.
We report: the rain is long gone, and the storm is miles and miles away now, which is the only way we can see it in its full expanse. There are still echoes of thunder over the hills; the storm cell is still developing outwards, and we can clearly see the wall of rain beneath.
We report at a time which might as well be the middle of the night to us. We had hoped that we might become a morning person in our lifetime, but this has yet to manifest in any way. Our expert, however, likes mornings enough for the both of us. Radiation fog is nothing to them.
We report: the clouds become ghostly presences as we are gone to the night. In the darkening of the sky, they slowly become invisible. We know there will come a moment when we only know them from the absence of the stars; only the void as a testimony of their existence.
We report: the gale, out of nowhere, blows with all its might, knocks the whole afternoon to its side. We love the grey light of cloudy days, even the misty, drizzly bits. However, with the sky this dark, when the trees glitter in the sunshine this way, everything feels alright.
We report around noon, as it is beginning to get hot: contrails and overhead lines are splitting the sky into shards. We stare at the resulting pattern for too long, and it stays printed over our eyes when we board the train. It is still overlaid there while we look for a seat.
