So we wandered.
In Bieszczady.
Bieszczady is the south east far edge of Poland, where nature is still wild.

When I am in mountains, I always get a feeling that, it is here, where the clouds are born.
In the morning hills produce vast of fog which slowly goes up making small cute, fluffy clouds.
Just before storm, big heavy clouds are scattered by the top of the hills to give them a proper shape.
How I was surprised when I realised, that here not only clouds are made, but also rain has creative force.
When I was poorly trying to catch the moment of cloud creation, rain added patterns, and new shapes to my drawings.