The sky was thick with billowing storm clouds, the wind fierce. Heavy rain pounded the freeway as hurried tires spewed sheets of watery mist from the back ends of their speeding vehicles, causing red lights to glisten in its trail and caution to be heeded. Briefly, and quickly, the sun peaked out from a tiny sliver of space between the clouds and the horizon, just as it dipped into the ocean. Red lights glistened again, this time slowing down to view the spectacle that was showing off in the east.
Just as I was leaving, I saw this beautiful cloud formation in the rear view mirror. I pulled over to the turnout at Red Rock and would have gone back to the north end of the mountain to spend the rest of the sunlight hour to gaze at, study, write about, this beautiful formation. If only time would have allowed. Next time my lenticular cloud.