Thunderstorms

Max and I were sitting outside on the deck watching one of the many thunderstorms of this week.

Mom: Hey Max, I think the clouds are crying because I'm turning 30.

Max: Mom, clouds don't have faces, so we don't know how they feel.

Max then ponders my personification of clouds for a few seconds.

Max: Hey mom, how do the clouds know you're turning 30? :-)