"Sounds like you're experienced," said Adrien and visualized the scene. His brothers might be just that stupid. He laid down and followed the clouds with his eyes. The rain had stopped, obviously. The thick grey clouds had vanished, or at least reduced themselves into white shapes that rapidly chased each other across the sky. It looked just like a painting. This, he had had the luck of seeing before. And still it was more beautiful than any mountain. It was pure.