The sky, I feel, is fierce. It does not care what you think. It does whatever the hell it wants without a second thought. The sky may bring violent storms but it also reflects upon the waves at sunset and lets the wind drag the clouds along the horizon. Beautiful does not come close to describing how the magenta and violet hues blend with the vibrant orange and submerge themselves into the powder blue blanket that is the dawn of the morning.The sky doesn't care if you don't like what it gives, it doesn't paint itself for you.