When a storm decided to blow in Wednesday, it came in ostentatiously, and hovered around generally trying to make itself noticed. As you can see in the picture below, the wind wasn't just crazy down on the ground--it had planed the top of this cloud as well.
Towards the west, the sky never had the chance to stay the same for five minutes; the clouds were whipped into peaks and subsequently torn apart as they sailed north.
And the sun was elusive.
Towards the west, the sky never had the chance to stay the same for five minutes; the clouds were whipped into peaks and subsequently torn apart as they sailed north.
And the sun was elusive.
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