Botany meets Meteorology

The tale is told by simple country folk

That once a sweet cloud, passing through the air
Took pity on an aged, drying oak
And gave to him what rain that she could spare

And when she rained, he bore the sweetest fruit.

His leaves turned green. His branches stretched and grew
And though it had been years since he took root
He felt just like a sapling: young and new.

Now, those who study weather know it's so:

High pressure can make rain clouds go away.
The pressure grew. The sweet cloud had to go,
And left the oak less green, a bit more gray.

Searching the sky, the Oak does not complain.

He looks for that one cloud, and prays for rain.

Davis Gloff
January 31st, 2008