Surging Clouds

It was one of those mornings when I couldn't help but take note of the weather.

Overhead slate gray clouds hung low with dark pregnant bellies. Rather than softly contoured, the clouds were streamlined - slanted hard to the west - as though needing to lean forward in order to drag their burdens of moisture.

Row after row the clouds moved with such speed that they sheared apart along their trailing edges. In a way it appeared the ocean had overrun the shores and was now surging across the sky.

I could only wonder at the strength of the off shore storm that was driving the clouds onward and shivered at the thought of being caught up in its power.