The long thin cloud looks straight enough, but look at the shape its shadow takes as it hits the contours of the hills below.

Clouds are not uncommon here. We’ve had them all winter long, long, long. What makes this cloud different is the sunshine above and below it.

And before you feel sorry for the little animals who happen to live in the shaded part of the hillside, take heart. By the time I came back into the house and set the camera down, that cloud had moved on to make way for total sunshine – at least for a few minutes. So far, so good.

The thin gray cloud intends to shroud,

It stretches ‘cross the sky,

Its wiggly shade is poorly made,

Like wings outspread to fly.

 

The shadows long come out all wrong,

They waver and despair,

The darkening doom imparts no gloom,

As breezes clear the air.