Yesterday morning we woke up to find that a cloud sat down on our yard and made itself comfortable.
I’ve got to be honest. When I ran outside to look, I felt like a kid does on Christmas morning.
There were gifts. Everywhere.
And, they were already unwrapped.
The sun glistening through wet spiderwebs. Dew drops on grass blades and the fence rails. Queen Anne’s Lace decked out in a new fashion.
Best of all?
A rainbow of sorts. Only it was in the western sky and presented itself as giant white arch made of clouds.
Thank you, Mr. Fog, for showing up at my house on that day. Your show was beyond beautiful.