"The clouds, - the only birds that never sleep."
~ Victor Hugo
For a sky that otherwise looks engulfed in smoke and haggard from the tiresome, monotonous rants of its earth-side denizens, this seemed a fine enough spectacle. Fluff after fluff of sheer bliss it was. An azure carpet strung together with pearly, white beads. Uncountable hopeful smiles floating together in a joyous vacuum. A surreal world, peaceful and true, spreadeagled over a haphazardly stacked chaos of cold concrete. See it whichever way you would, it felt too good be true.
Some other positive signs that this surprising cloud burst brought forth - a cool morning breeze and the news of the first monsoon showers that further signal the fast approaching end of the tyrannous summer. Bring on those big, fat drops now!
