“I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.” ~ Gustave Flaubert

 The wind blew as if it had blown its last;

The rattling showers rose on the blast;
The speedy gleams the darkness swallowed,
Loud, deep and long the thunder bellowed:
That night, a child might understand,
The Devil had business on his hand.
-Robert Burns