The prompt: Clouds.

I look out my window for inspiration and am rewarded with a thick, dense, oppressive layer of clouds threatening to drop right down to the water.  It is a rainy day in here in Ketchikan, the puddles on my deck dance and ripple – there is a single fishing boat out on the ocean.  They whole scene makes me feel a little melancholy.  Glad to have no obligations, a book, and hot coffee.