Driving around my county today, the skies were absolutely breathtaking. I was having my own private showing of the grandeur of the heavens with every twist and turn of the North Carolina roads. While a few sprinkles came my way, most were far off and I gazed at the wash of rainfall over the cloudy visage. Every time I see distant rain I remember the first time I ever noticed the sight. It was in one of my Mother's paintings. The land of enchantment's wide open space met with a gorgeous red mesa, classic Southwest beauty. Near the tabletop of earth, the grey brooding thunderclouds drifted into sweeping downward lines of the paintbrush.