the storm is coming with a smear of clouds, blues and greys and grays too rolled like drippy watercolor paints on a curling damp paper. But, at the front of the smear, where the last light after sunset is still setting the not storm clouds aglow in a way it can only backlight the edges of the stormy ones, there was, for less than a minute even, a leading reach of cloud shaped very much like a charging elephant and high reared trunk. The slow and persistent rumble of thunder bouncing from horizon to horizon could, easily, be the pounding of an elephant's feet across a breaking summer sky.
i heard once that Elephants maintain and may even have made many oasis' in their environment, due to the heavy pounding of their feet on their migratory routes. And now, after the hottest day yet of the summer and drought conditions just starting to loom, here in this cloud is an Elephant and damned if it wasn't pulling a rainstorm in its wake.

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