I'm re-reading David Mitchell's gorgeous novel, Cloud Atlas, and like so much of his language, the title trailed me all day as the pre- and post-rain drama lit up the sky.
Here's one of a dozen formations that hovered just offshore, shape and color slowly shifting:
It dwarfed this sailboat:
Made everything so blue:
Hooray! A good reason to shoot the seaside prickly pear again!
And the path along the bluffs:
And way high in the sky, it looked like this: