Dusk's ominous transforming clouds approached to announce the adjoining storm. To the steady crash crash crashing of the late tide, and read aloud Moomin tales. I crossed to the peninsulas opposite side to witness cloud forms of a dead man laying on his side. Then stayed up all night watching the lighting fizzle inside electric plumes. Ive noticed when there is possibility of storms, the clouds have appeared as horrific things, like ghost tall ships, and skeletal horses. Its as if they are apart of a traveling realm. The central cloud in this photo was reminiscent a scythe chopping through the sky toward us.