[Lines from a poem written by Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1820]
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
This lovely white cloud greeted me first thing this morning, and I couldn't resist preserving it in pictures, along with Mr. Shelley's beautiful poem.
May your weekend be as glorious!