A great cloud hovered silently to the left. It was white, but with a brown tinge in one place and a blur of line and colour next to that. There's a brown fringe below it, rain falling onto the land below.
The land is obviously farmland, with large uniform blots of textured colour. Strange crops indeed they must be, though, reds and purples and greys. Nearby there's some more linear structure, perhaps a road system.
Of in the distance is something huge, reaching up into the sky. It's not possible to tell whether it's natural or artificial. The farmland goes right up to its base, and round and past it into the far beyond. On the horizon are strange light and mysterious movements, too strange and remote to comprehend.