Humour yes

In the past three days, I have seen:

A sky, neatly divided by a line of clouds, above which was a stormy, lightning-potent grey, below the brightest, bluest sun-filled blue.

Clumping, heavy, smoky clouds, pierced by streaking icicles of purest white.

A sunset, not orange nor yellow, but a distinctly odd shade of peach, tingeing all a vibrant salmon blush; much like the closest I ever got to "skin colour" with my childhood box of paints.

I want to say, "How unnatural!", but.