After watching the drama of this morning's storm, I settled in to work on my book on clouds. I hadn't looked out the window for a few hours and would have missed these beautiful altocumulus clouds had a very large bee not been knocking at the window front of my desk. 

When I heard the strange knocking, I raised my eyes from my keyboard and looked at the lowest window pane. There was the bee--perhaps disoriented from the thrashing rain, lightning, and thunder--knock, knock, knock. It was going to do itself in trying to fly through the clear glass. Then it flew a little higher, knocked one last time on the window again and then flew away...drawing my eyes up to follow it. And, perhaps, to see these clouds I would have missed otherwise.

I never imagined getting an invitation to watch the clouds from a bee.