The young boy lay on his back in the meadow looking up at the sky. He had already seen his cat. The stratus cloud he likes to call cotton balls formed the round little head with wispy cirrus tendrils forming the whiskers. Another stratus cloud had formed the body stretching it to the tail which seemed to have a life of its own. The tail wasn’t really whipping back and forth, but that is what it looked like.
Appearing to his left was a formation of fluffy white stratocumulus starting to look like dirty cotton balls that intrigued him. As he watched, an identifiable shape began to emerge. There was a definite head shape, with what would be a nose protruding from the edge. There, just above the nose, were two darker cumuli making up the eyes. Now he could see a chin too. As he watched, a cleaner looking cumulus joined the head shape to make a body.
Continuing to watch this transformation, the sun broke through the cloud cover and he could see what could only be described as a halo of cirrus cloud around the head shape. The clouds were truly magnificent today, he thought, but I had better get out of this open field. There is a storm a-brewing and it won’t be safe out here. As he ran, dodging large raindrops, his mind drifted back to the last image. He thought, I saw God today.
P.C.A.W. (September 3, 2011)