Mom has a huge vocabulary for wind and weather. I always thought she was a weather-witch – some people are just sensitive. Once the sky darkened, the air got thick – nearly green – she shivered, “it needs to rain to break the spell.”
She says, “Red sails at night, sailors’ delight; red sails in morning, sailors take warning,” and, “a ring around the moon means rain will come tomorrow.”
Sunshine and heat melt her, she reads whitecaps on the sea, she has no use for ice and snow; she loves rainbows, who doesn't?
I showed her a picture I took, “see the wind,” I said; her answer, “You can’t see the wind!” But she watches anyway, every day.