The Journal: Crimson Skies: (The Journal Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
I commented to Mark as we had our morning tea. “It looks like we might get some rain today.” “Perhaps,” he replied. “Something looks different with these clouds though.” Mark opened the door and stepped outside into the cool morning air. He moved to the center of the lawn and turned in a slow circle, like he was sniffing the air, and then he came back in. “Last night’s clouds were the Mammatus clouds, heavy with impending rain, right?” Mark asked me and I nodded, remembering the popcorn look with the dark underbellies. “These are more of a shelf or wall cloud formation with stratus fractus mixed in. A very odd combination, and I smell ozone, lots and lots of ozone. We’re in for a really big storm.” I almost laughed, but he was so serious. “You sound like a weatherman.” He looked up from his tea and smiled at me. “One summer in college I signed on to a storm chaser crew out west. It was an exciting vacation, and I learned a great deal about the weather and storms, especially tornadoes.
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