I don’t know how it is where you are, but where I live in the US has fairly boring skies. We have more than our share of gray, and when we get clouds, they’re seldom those high, impressive ones. On the other hand, I’ve been fascinated with Italian skies since my first visit. You can see why the great master artists always had some member of the Holy Hierarchy floating up or down, to or from, or reaching out of, either billowing clouds or wrathful heavens.
Rather than inadequately write about skies I’ve admired, here are some photos of the drama Mother Nature has thrown at me in Italy, with a little France thrown in for good measure.