Poofy Clouds

Weather, or not.

As we awaited the arrival of our talent, we noticed picturesque cumulus clouds approaching over the mountains. I thought they would be great in the background. Who doesn't love a good cloud? 

The talent arrived on time and we proceeded to location where we set up equipment and rehearsed what we had planned to shoot. All was well. The atmosphere was perfect; overcast and warm. With the exception of swarms of gnats clinging in clouds around us, all was well. We framed up the first shot, ready to call for action... then rain. A light sprinkling. We covered the equipment. Then it stopped. Apparently the worst had passed.

Again we attempted. Again the rain came. This time it was steady, persistent. Not exactly a downpour, but enough to soak within a few minutes. Thunder rolled through the valley and the rain increased. With our equipment, we retreated to cover. More thunder. Lightning flashed beneath the gathering storm. Smoke appeared in a field not far from us. I suspected lightning had struck nearby, but no one was sure. Spirits once high were now dampened and we began to pack up the equipment.

The rain became a torrent and the wind whipped through the valley. All was grey through the veil of rain. The clouds, heavy and laden with moisture were slung low atop the mountains, now were crowned with fog and lightning, and we were besieged by unforgiving beauty. The sky fell on us that day.

So, on Sunday next we go again into the elements to try once more.