Mother's Nature Cloudy pillows of rain nature waits to ease the pain thirst longs to end the drought unleash the storm, let it out. Blue skies covered in gray raging, promising to stay nurture the fields of dead adorn in green instead. Flourish in Mother's finest hour she holds all the power grow beyond expected norms burst with life after the storm. by: Lisa Coleman Sue Vincent is the host of Thursday Photo Prompt. "Clouded"