The sun had almost gone down and the storm was illuminated behind the clouds. Now it has passed, cooler weather will return.

The sun was as flirty as Scarlett O'Hara with the Tarleton twins, breaking through the clouds in spectacular bursts that seemed like personal favors and then retreating for hours, days, and making us all ache for just a glimpse.

Do we ever get slow rain?

... back then the sky seemed so vast.

And now the sky above me... is low, and narrow, and heavy.

Every corner of the sky awkwardly showed up wearing the exact same thing, a moody gray dress accessorized with flat clouds. If North, South, East, and West were drag queens, this would be bad, very bad.

Gonna be a real frog-strangling turd-floater.