Cumulus clouds towering like mountains, boiling and roiling up above the plains, cauliflower crisp at the growing tops, losing definition and melting into wispy cotton-candy fluff as the cloud moves on -Cumulus Mammatus drooping multiple, witchy breasts that offer no succour beyond pouring rain from the grey underside of who knows how big a storm … Continue reading For the Love of Clouds…
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