Looking out over the ocean, as if from a hilltop, I can see the weather coming, the clouds churning and moving. But they're moving unusually fast, reaching out toward me in rivulets and little rollers. But there's a trick in the perspective, and when they get close they become very small like sand, and I can pick them up.

It means it's going to rain, and we should probably take down our tents before they get all wet.