What do they call that again?

Live here long enough, and eventually you'll see the sky turn every color in the crayon box. Sometimes, it leaves you with philosophical questions like this one:  I know the old weather saying goes, "Red sky at morning, sailors take warning." But what about tomato-soup orange sky at morning? Or sickly porch-light amber sky at morning? Watching the weird combination of sunrise and thunder clouds over Marshall at about 6:30 a.m., those were the best descriptors I could come up with.