The Great Cumulonimbus Collapse

The Universal Cloud-Shaping Corporation (UCSC), sole provider of Earth's atmospheric décor, was in a pickle. The cumulonimbus department, usually a bustling hub of thunderclap architects and lightning designers, stood eerily silent. A memo had been circulated: "CRITICAL CUMULONIMBUS COLLAPSE IMMINENT. PRIMARY PRODUCTION FACILITY (Sector 7G, formerly a highly-regarded alpaca farm) UNABLE TO SOURCE SUFFICIENT VOLUMETRIC CONDENSATION MEDIUM." Essentially, they'd run out of fluffy stuff.

"But what about the Nimbus 2000?" wailed Bartholomew Finch, head of Seasonal Sky Aesthetics, clutching his silk scarf. "We promised Glasgow three weeks of moody, dramatic skies for their annual 'Gloom & Doom' festival!"

CEO Penelope Piffle, a woman whose hair looked suspiciously like a perfectly sculpted stratus cloud, tapped her titanium pen. "The Nimbus 2000 relies on ethically sourced cloud-kittens. Turns out, they're not producing enough 'fluff-waffles' after their last protest about inadequate napping stations."

An intern, Kevin, piped up, "Sir, Madam… I mean, Ms. Piffle. What if we used… dryer lint?"

A collective gasp swept the room. Finch fainted dramatically into a pile of unused rainbow fragments.

Piffle’s eyes narrowed. "Kevin, are you suggesting we blanket the world in discarded sock-fluff? The aesthetic implications alone… think of the static!"

"But it's fluffy!" Kevin insisted, a wild glint in his eye. "And we have a lot of it! I've been collecting it from the employee lounge dryers for a secret project."

The desperation was palpable. Glasgow needed its gloom. Piffle sighed, running a hand through her cloud-hair. "Alright, Kevin. Show me your lint."

The next day, the skies over Glasgow were indeed moody and dramatic. Perhaps a *little* grey, with a faint, lingering scent of fabric softener. And if you looked closely, you could almost make out the ghostly outline of a missing sock. Humanity had its cumulonimbus, thanks to Kevin, his lint, and a corporation teetering on the brink of atmospheric absurdity.