Kay Wade
August Clouds
Like magnificent shape-shifting beasts of mythical proportions, the clouds of August split the sky with sharp bolts of lightning and create the deep, resonating music of thunder rolling through the hills. These clouds, they bend us to their will, cancel our golf games, halt our work, ruin our dress shoes. They inspire great works of art. You can’t buy off a cloud, can’t tell it what to do, can’t fire it. Clouds are visual proof of our connections to air, to water, to other lives, be they plant or animal, and they can grow dark and angry and destructive before dissolving into angelic, ethereal wisps. In August, the very best cloud month, a clear blue sky is laced around the edges with poofs of cumulous cloud, offering promises of rain. Sometimes, clouds o