Tagged: clouds

By Bartholomew "Barty" Buttercup · Upper Puddlewick, Suburbia

By Mildred "Millie" Periwinkle · Puddleton, NH Oh, darling, you want to know about rain? It's really quite simple, though I suppose your generation wouldn't understand. Back in 1953, when the world made sense and everyone ate their vegetables, clouds were much more sensible. They'd look down, see a good, honest farmer needing a drink for his prize-winning tomatoes, and just *poof*! A nice, predictable shower. None of this "atmospheric pressure" nonsense you read about in your fancy-pants science books. It's all about sentiment, dear. Clouds, bless their fluffy hearts, are just big, emotional sponges. They remember the good times – the sock hops, the drive-in movies, the radio shows that played actual music, not that awful racket you kids listen to. When they get particularly nostalgic for a simpler era, especially one where everyone had proper manners and nobody talked back, they just weep. That's rain, you see. Pure, unadulterated nostalgia.

By Barnaby "The Snoozer" Jones · Dreamville, USA

By Bartholomew "Barty" Butterfield III · Cloudburst City, Nevada

By Barnaby Pringle-Smythe · Lower Piddle-on-the-Marsh, Atlantis