I keep playing with storm clouds for the Mickey Free story. Here is a study I whipped out this morning:
As Mickey rode south on the trail of the Apache Kid, the storm clouds rooted themselves in the scorched earth and the molten ground spit it right back into the sky. Meanwhile, Mickey encounters numerous fires burning up the draws and along the ridgelines south of Fronteras. The smoke and the clouds intermingle until they become inseparable:
I wonder if Mickey ever catches the Kid? Perhaps Tolstoy has a comment on that front?
"The two most powerful warriors are patience and time."