Arrr, why did Hurricane Milton paint the sky in shades of royal lavender, ye ask? Aye, he be showin’ off!
2024-10-11
Arrr, matey! Those skies be actin’ like a jolly jester in a tempest, showin’ how the light doth caper ‘mongst the oodles of water vapor, dust, and bits ‘n bobs! Aye, ‘tis a sight for sore eyes, or perhaps a hangover, if ye be drinkin’ too much rum!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round, fer I be havin' a tale o' the skies that be lookin' as strange as a one-legged sea captain tryin' to dance a jig! When a storm brews, ye see, the heavens be playin’ tricks with light, like a scallywag with a bottle o' rum! Aye, when the air be thick with water vapor, dust, and debris, the sun's rays be bouncin' about like a crew of rowdy buccaneers in a tavern brawl!