Last night we had a fairly typical June night in Nebraska.
It started in the high 80's/low 90's with a mugginess that clings to the bones. With your Nebraska skin freshly covered in scotch guard so the sweat threatening to bud up slides right off you a wind picks up out of the North/South/East/West/Heaven.
Out of the corner of your eye you catch these flowing across the sky like homicidal icebergs.
While you stand outside staring up like a turkey that swallowed a lead pipe the birds have a different plan:
A few minutes later and the skies finally crack, sending a deluge onto the already over intoxicated land (we're about half way done with the arc but have no idea where we can get a pair of Minotaurs from).
The sky, getting tired of the grey goes for a nerve rattling green/orange/yellow:
But the sun can't wait for the storm to abate and sets leaving behind this: