The Salish speakers of Puget Sound had many words for rain, but it turns out we ought to have a larger vocabulary about raindrops. I was reading a story about new research indicating that snowflakes aren't portrayed accurately on Christmas cards and the like. Turns out four-, five- and eight-sided flakes don't exist in nature. Snowflakes are six-sided. Of course, this being an El Nino year, it might be too mild for us Wetside lowlanders to do much research on this front this year.
But the article went on to mention that raindrops, something all of us know about, are in fact not "raindrop" shaped, despite the fact that even government mascots would have you believe it. The raindrop is often depicted on weather reports and charts as a kind of falling teardrop, rounded at the bottom and peaked on top, like a faucet drip.
But raindrops start out as little spheres, and change shape while falling. There's a very cool video of the process here, where droplets begin as spheres, flatten out as they fall, curl into a kind of parachute or balloon shape, then burst into a spray of droplets. So drops can have many different shapes in the course of a fall.
The shapes that drops take depend on the size of the drop and conditions like wind. Some are spherical, some are like pancakes, some like jellyfish. This makes sense to anyone who has been out in the various rains we have here: neat little spheres and raindrops don't begin to explain the variety of ways you can get wet from the sky. But trying to nail down the shape of rain is something most of us don't give much thought to.
University of Washington weather expert Cliff Mass says all this is old news. "The classic tear drop doesn't exist," he says. Following with this stunning revelation: "And Santa Claus isn't real either." I can accept the former, but am not ready to concede the latter.
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Posted Thu, Jan 7, 8:24 a.m. Inappropriate
As to what I call God's nasal spray a weather poem in a few moments.
However, this ain't much of an el nino year, when the wet is supposed to go
to California, but instead has been going north of here when it hasn't been on top of us. If you can't depend on el nino what can you depend on, Obambi to say "yes we can stay the same." El nino will get a good spanking for the deception the little bugger has wrought!
El Niño has let us down, he’ill get a spanking, something only El Niña would like ...
Weather Poem # 2:Puget Sound regarded as a large sink and Seattle as the drainage pit…
As a sink with slides open to all sides of the North Pacific...
like a harvester, voracious for rain… an inverted dowsing rod…
as that for dirty dishes on dish-wash duty...
dishes marching in regular formations on the conveyor belt...
the storms and their counter-clockwise swirl that seem to drive march in chiefly from the southwest while an overall west to east prevails
sometimes from all directions, destination Pudgy sound, Seattle postmarked Aleutians, Hawai, Tokyo
predictably unpredictable except
where the final deposit will be made: Seattle.
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The wildly gyrating jet stream of the "Northsoutheastwest" sire...
that sires oh how that sire sires..
#
It takes many square feet of cedar bark to protect... the cedar from the dank
and the Inuit, who wraps himself…
#
Small storms, large storms,
rich in the dank from the forever cold, clammy north Pacific, the last area to warm up during global warming, mean temperature in the forties, 41 on December 1st, 48 on July 1st.
Even El Niño can’t do much about that.
Now and then the surface warms a bit, but the deep-welling dank cold persists and always wins at all times of the year... the confluence of cold currents in the Pacific…
Consider the jet stream a conveyer belt
that moves more or less rapidamente,
if occasionally frayed, gets stuck, but near invariably hits the spot... the wide open sink... and then pours from all sides but chiefly... into the drain... for six months, sometimes nine months at a time...
Trickling, gliding droplets down into the drain: ah everything appears to have cleared out!
But there
lookee there lookee here
there is always one drop left,
somewhere… to hit the spot,
sliding in, one last fat drop
pumping, dragging, cooling, tempering the offerings from the tropics...
Everything looks peaceful, navy blue on the navy site,
but if there isn't that one drop, that vapor veil, that mist, that low-lying set of clouds, that haze that materializes, coagulates into drops that slide down the sink sides and form drops or mere condensing mist...
as each class of storms...
narrows...
to a point...
And that Point is Seattle
The drain hole with with the soggy brain!
http://www.nrlmry.navy.mil/sat_products.html
Posted Sun, Jan 10, 9:12 p.m. Inappropriate
Let's nip this nonsense in the bud: The Salish (Lushootseed) speakers of Puget Sound did not have many words for rain. They had ONE word for rain. See the Lushootseed Dictionary published by UW Press. By the way, Eskimo does not have a large number of words for snow--just two: one for snow falling and the other for snow on the ground.