#Weather report today

[daily-haunted-tv]

Greeting! Cass here with your daily weather report! Today will be cloudy with a high chance of cat Pokémon booping you! It really is raining cats, but no dogs this time around! Keep your umbrellas ready as it will not be clearing up anytime soon today! This was Cass speaking with today's forecast, bringing you a very furry April fools ~

[bluecapsicum]

Night and dusk skies illustrations for my daily meteorological fiction project, Reports From Unknown Places About Indescribable Events (Twitter, Instagram, Mastodon, Bluesky, archives on my website).

Keep reading for the companion texts.

March 25th: We report: it is marshy here, and we are struggling to pick our feet back up every time we put them down. We speak low, but the sound of our steps is louder than our voice anyway. We watch our expert's back through the fog of our breath. The full moon is completely obscured.

April 2nd: We report, tonight, from the depths of soggy darkness. It is a day for night set out here, the clouds are practically shining in the sub-horizon light. Our expert talks at length about the Purkinje effect, the fact that the colour our human eyes see best in low light is blue.

April 14th: We report between one breath and the next: colours are not burnt out yet, there are a handful lying around there. In just a beat, the day will have been consumed, down to the very last bit of candlewick. We are trying to cram all our hopes and dreams into that last second.

April 22nd: We report after staying alone in the dark for too long: it is a nice thought that after the Sun burns out, so many of those stars will be left. So that the small handful of minerals that is in our ribcage and our teeth and nails may yet be part of something else, in a long time.

May 4th: We report at the hour when ghosts appear, walking in the middle of the road. It is not enough of a place that we imagine any cars could come by here and now, but we keep listening for them anyway. Instead, we hear echoes of a motorway in the distance, and the wind in our ears.

May 8th: We report on a moonless night: the power is out in the neighbourhood. Our eyes are tired, it is a balmy spring evening, and when we look up, we cannot help but think the stars are about to fall on us. They flicker. We lose our balance as we forget where the ground is.

May 12th: We report at dawn: when we got up during the night, the sky was clear and full of stars, but this morning, we can smell rain and shivers on the wind. The clouds brood, big and dark; we appreciate their languidness in the face of the breeze. In time, the sunlight will break out.

May 20th: We report about early in the night, when there is still blue to be found in the remnants of light. This is not anywhere near a clear night - we can tell by the brushstrokes across the vault - but we see more than a few stars. They come out shy and dim, but we see them.

May 25th: We report: morning, the sunrise is starting to show colours through the clouds. The leaves are heavy with dew, and rain is fast approaching. The air is already charged with that humid morning smell, but there is definitely rain on top. It feels icy as it goes through our nose.

May 28th: We report: there was fog when we fell asleep last night, and it has not entirely lifted yet in the blue morning. There is a sea in the field. We are squinting at it as though it were the glare of the sun, hoping to see through it. We get mist in our eyelashes for our troubles.

[cleverreports]

We report as we look straight up: the sky is all liquid today. We watch the billowing columns of clouds spin onto themselves, and the light clears itself a path in a thousand different ways. The colours of the shadows are changing, but the sky only gets bluer, brisk and intense.

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Wylan: Morning all, I had trouble sleeping last night

Wylan: I’ll be sassy throughout the day and simmering into the evening. Prepare for a possible tantrum around 3pm… and it will be your fault

Wylan: So lockdown the hatches, be ready and stay alert

[icantalk710]

Should've gotten a text this morning telling me to work from home, especially when I get to the office and 90% of the floor is, but noooo 😩❄☕

[analog-television]

what if i badly doodle my weatherman oc (zenith) in the weather app. thus throwing him into his natural habitat (the weather).

[little-bunny-in-space]

🌈🌧️ Heavy Weather! 🌈🌧️

Someone decided to go on an adventure today!

[catsrightnow]

Mmmmeowwwww

[thelastspeecher]

Can you believe the fucking tornado sirens didn't go off for these funnel guys

[kogiopsis]

Lying awake at night thinking "what if it doesn't snow again this winter"

[blueberry-gills]

why

Why not

...It's for Diamond Dust actually

[seventh-district]

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[cleverreports]

We report about these dusk-tinged days around the solstice. They are brittle little things, the wobbly light threatening to go out upon the smallest disturbance. We go about our afternoon with careful steps, lest the whole thing blinks out. The soft clouds stretch forevermore.

[orangetintedglasses]

Someone needs to whack him upside the head or something so he comes back down to Earth, he's felt dozy and weird all day.

[teazzle]

im trying to live a very 'wrong information is not a personal attack, and it cannot hurt me' existence but im failing

[carnally-vittorio]

☕️

Thank you darling.