Getting There - Aneel's Travelogue

We're flying over a lightning storm. The sky above us is clear, and the moon is shining down over the clouds. There's one small cloud above the general sea of them, and it's spitting bolts of lightning down into the storm. Beautiful.

(No, I was not over the British Virgin Islands when I wrote this. But I'm amused enough that the mapping software chose a place for "Above the clouds, below the moon" to not fix it.)