I admit that I'm an avid sky watcher, but I have never witnessed a sky quite like the one that emerged between the rain bands of Hurricane Frances, on September 3, 2004. It's as if, because I had pointed the camera, God said "cheeese".
We had barely made a dent in cleaning up the damage left behind by Charley's dangerous winds, when Frances came along with her torrential rains.
The sun was setting behind those dull gray clouds, hidden from view, until the outstretched arms of the hurricane swept by, revealing streaks of color as bright and vivid as I've ever seen them.
And I've never seen anything quite like it since.