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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
My everyday life is not just walking around on clouds. But you have to give the really special things in life importance and not let the temporary things roll you off the road.
It is better to have your head in the clouds, and know where you are... than to breathe the clearer atmosphere below them, and think that you are in paradise.
If we as a society do not understand 'the cloud,' in all its aspects - what data it holds, how it works, what the bargains are we make as we engage with it, we'll all be the poorer for it, I believe.
A cloud is made of billows upon billows upon billows that look like clouds. As you come closer to a cloud you don't get something smooth, but irregularities at a smaller scale.
Who cares about the clouds when we're together? Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.
We have chased away the clouds, the sky is all 'rose.'
We have been travelling through a cloud. The sky has been dark ever since the war began.
There is no cloud above my head - there is not even a mist.
Clouds symbolize the veils that shroud God.