The clouds were so massive, and threatening. Look how they dwarf Timpanogos below them. (And the way Timp glows red on top from their reflected light!) It looked like some scary storm was rolling in. (No storm materialized---but maybe there was a fire? The clouds did get that red color you see when there's smoke in the air.)
Every minute it got more beautiful and more amazing. We just stood there gaping and gasping. "Look, look!" "Whoa! Look over there!" "Look over there!" "What does it mean?"
I kept thinking of those lines from Hopkins: "The world is charged with the grandeur of God/ It will flame out, like shining from shook foil." Isn't that beautiful? It's precisely right. The way the lines of cloud glowed and trembled with the changing light, in just the same sudden, shivering way the light ripples on water, or foil. And the air: charged. That's it exactly. Knew what he was doing, that Hopkins.