Weather · Inuit · Sila, Sedna, Kadlu
A specific draw
Frozen card, same seed, same composition. The breath of the world, Sila in the air itself, Sedna grieving below the sea, the three thunder-sisters working summer's brief storm.

Inuit · cloudy
Sila
the air working something out
In the old camps a hidden wrong could sit on the weather like a stone on a sled, a broken taboo unconfessed would dim the sky over everyone. So when the grey came down and stayed, the elders went tent to tent, gentle, asking who was carrying something unsaid, and when it was spoken out loud the cloud was said to thin, the weight shared and lifted. Not punishment, just pressure, the air holding what the person would not. If the overcast follows you today, ask what you are carrying quietly, saying it to one person may be all the sky wants.
Cloud that will not break means something in you is also undecided, name it and watch the sky loosen.