Trust me when I say there is nothing nimble about a cumulonimbus cloud. Huge anvil clouds sweep in like some gigantic anchored thing lost and drifting at sea.
Spring storms define this landscape - shaping it with its errant winds, fire from the sky and flash floods of unexpected rain.
Born from this unstable air; swirling, cooling downdrafts. A downy feather remains unmoved while a nearby leaf tumbles up to heaven.
Its on these occasions that nature makes sure man knows his place in the order of things.
SkyWatch Friday is here: