I was all ready for sunrise. I had scouted my spot the night before trying to emphasize the low water levels in Lake Powell. The levels are as low as the have ever been since the Colorado River was dammed. I woke up early in anticipation of a glorious sunrise to be met with dull grey clouds. I waited hoping but it was to no avail. The wind was whipping and I knew that a storm was on the horizon. I sat there after the disapointing sunrise and was just taking in all of the peace and quiet hat the morning brings. I watched as the beautiful sun began to illuminate the buttes when I notice the Mammatus clouds beginning to form. The reflection was beautiful. Sometimes when we think that the sky has failed us, it turns around and rewards us. It was an absolutely beautiful morning.