Mom and I have a comfort-custom of purchasing a milkshake and breakfast sandwich post doctor or dentist appointments. Did I mention yet that she treats me for transportation costs?
This particular visit came in the midst of a 50% possibility of rain showers. Mom loves it when our reservoirs are filled for the summer.
Mom—”Look at those precious clouds. I’ve never seen them grouped like that.”
Me— “Do you mean spread around?”
Mom— “Floating so low.”
Me— “Oh, that’s due to being rain clouds.”
Mom— “I guess so, but I like it that they have their own personalities. Some lead, some follow. Some are big, some are small. But they all just float around together.”
There you have it. A mother’s commentary on the personalities of clouds.
E. V. Sparrow 