To wait for the latter was a necessity, if it took him the whole day.

But to wait in the same posture for hours was rather tiresome, so he rolled over on his back, and folding his arms under his head began to gaze on the skies.
Bright and cloudless as they had appeared at sunrise, a change had come over them since which attracted even Okoya's attention.

Instead of the usual deep azure, the heavens had assumed a dingy hue, and long white streamers traversed them like arches.

Had the boy looked in the west he would have seen shredded clouds looming up behind the mountains, a sure sign of approaching rain.

But he had become fascinated by what was directly above him, and so he watched with increasing interest the white arches overhead.