Artistic inspiration

I’ve mentioned a couple times in the past my fascination with thunderstorms. Growing up on the prairie, they are visible from 100 miles away. Here in the Ozarks, the trees and hills make watching such storms form and billow quite difficult.

This weekend provided an exception. A small but drenching squall grew up immediately south of Siloam Springs, allowing me to watch as it expanded up into the blue sky, layers pillowing out like popcorn right over my head. The show was eventually closed up by some whispy gray clouds below the thunderhead, but it has been years since I’ve been able to watch this.