Seasons were different in this realm.
The sky above Asgard was perhaps more complex than this one, with the daylight swirling away like a dancer's petticoats to reveal stars and nebulas gleaming like facets in an enormous black crystal. But, there were no clouds in Asgard. Not really.
Thor rather liked clouds. People said snowflakes could never be exactly alike, each one a perfect example of uniqueness. But Thor thought these people rather short-sighted as clouds were exactly the same. After all, all ice can do in the end is melt. Clouds had potential. For rain. Snow. Mist.
And, of course, storms.
Clouds were ever changing. Influenced by a thousand meteorological factors. Each one not only completely individual but constantly changing and melding to better fit with the shape of the world. Wispy cirrus and misty cirrostratus. Woolly cirrocumulus, remarkably akin to the fleece of a lamb. Altocumulus which formed in patches and looked almost like an upside down range of snow-capped hills.