We have chased away the clouds, the sky is all 'rose.'
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The sky is the part of creation in which nature has done for the sake of pleasing man.
Clouds do not really look like camels or sailing ships or castles in the sky. They are simply a natural process at work. So too, perhaps, are our lives.
Sunsets are so beautiful that they almost seem as if we were looking through the gates of Heaven.
Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet.
And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
There is no cloud above my head - there is not even a mist.
The sky isn't falling.
We have been travelling through a cloud. The sky has been dark ever since the war began.
Clouds and darkness surround us, yet Heaven is just, and the day of triumph will surely come, when justice and truth will be vindicated.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.