Freddy ran home as fast as his legs could carry him. Breathless, he crashed through the flimsy door of the shack they lived in. His father looked up. Freddy pointed at his weathered, antique Cloudspotting book. 'A Cumulonimbus.' 'A what?' 'I saw one. A pure white one.' 'What are you going on about?' 'A cloud, … Continue reading CLOUDSPOTTING