Clouds

He loved looking at clouds.

Sometimes there were tall cumulonimbus heaped up fluffy and white.

On pleasant days there were thin wisps of cirrus clouds high overhead scudding along like small waves.

And on warm, humid summer mornings there were banks of altocumulus covering the sky in bands. These would lift in the heat of the day combining to form storm clouds for a late afternoon thunderstorm.

Like today.

He sighed as he saw her stalking across his meadow and remembered that he was supposed to have put sweet feed out for the deer before he left.

Hurricane Yoshino approached.