It is strange, I think, how insecure clouds must be; to always be changing the way that they do. They simply cannot decide on which form they like best. Or maybe they are waiting for us to decide, because they don't trust themselves with big decisions like how they have to be. It must be awfully hard for them to determine all that just for a little fall of rain, maybe even one that no one will see. They must be so conflicted inside, and maybe that's what causes lightning.