‘We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps, and stiles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame,
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.’
From _Tam o’ Shanter (1790), a narrative poem by the Scottish poet Robert Burns_.
Stratocumulus stratiformis spotted over Luskentyre Beach, Isle of Harris, Scotland by Eunice Clarke (Member 14,190). The Isle of Harris has a different language, Gaelic, from the Scots written by Robert Burns, who was from Ayrshire. How clouds gather and darken over the two regions of Scotland are, however, one and the same.
