Later, flying away, clouds lie heavy over the mountains, pressing down, oozing gray tendrils tightening their grip. More come down from above, and eventually erase any sign of the ground.  

14:25:07 PM

(Reno, NV) The fire of the sun is satisfied with the rain. All that remains this morning is a warm pink blush. Mountains of cloud lurk in the valleys, but they are sleeping.