The origin of mountain streams is like the origin of tears -- potent to the understanding but mysterious to the sense. -- Mary Austin
Light coming through the clouds and across the fields always captures my attention - I used to stand at the window and watch the storms come when we lived in the Southwest. Your photo holds my mind just as the moving storm.
You have the exact scene in your mind so well and describe it perfectly, Endment. I love being able to see a storm far off, and watch it approach, then wash the earth and leave to douse someone else, some other place with healing rain. In wide open country like Montana, the Southwest, or in the Canadian prairie provinces, it's possible to see a storm coming for many miles ... I love the way the cloud bottoms seem to shred as the rain begins to fall. like fringe.
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