The asperitas, Latin for
Roughness, is a brand new named cloud.
Cloudies are excited galore,
Asperitas joins the in crowd.
Low lying undulating waves,
Foreboding as in Judgement Day,
Getting born out of thin air raves,
They pass in a non stormy way.
This new cloud's celebrity came
Snap shot by ordinary folk,
In just a few years gained such fame,
Became air apparent - no joke!
Who knows what all passes us by -
Yet to be named clouds in the sky!
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