I want to paint the wild, whooshing wind drifting across the Atlantic Ocean, in the light of the midnight sky.
I want to paint the rain running down from the clouds like Usain Bolt going for gold.
I want to paint the soft, sparkling snow carefully covering Lords cricket ground like bubble wrap protecting The Mona Lisa.
I want to paint the sun shining down over Africa whilst the zebras and elephants drink from the crystal clear water of the rushing river.