How high are the clouds?
Up at 35,000 feet in a jet plane, it’s all looking “down.”
Even the giant most towering formation, the stratosphere-scraping cumulonimbus thunderhead, off in the distance (see photo), looked at best to be about “eye level” from where I was sitting somewhere in the whereabouts of say 7 miles high above coastal North Carolina, looking west.
I imagined that storm dropping prodigious amounts of rain off somewhere in the Appalachians (or even beyond) with equal doses lightening and strong winds — blackening out the sky for the people on the ground taking cover in that distant town below (wherever it may be) above where it grew.
But there in my perch it appeared nothing but peaceful blue and cottony white.
To my surprise, I couldn’t find it
(or at least nothing jumped off the map).