I realize clouds are not living beings – only a collection of water vapor around a dust particle or some such meteorological definition. (And why are people who deal with weather called meteorologists? What does weather have to do with meteors?) But to me clouds seem to have personality and moods of their own.
Sometimes big puffy white clouds floating lazily across the sky. Sometimes dark and ominous with only a ray of sunshine breaking through.
When my children were little we used to play a game of seeing things in the clouds. They were very creative; we “saw” sharks and jet planes and teacups and swords and elephants.
Towards evening the clouds seem to pull back their cloaks to reveal their true colors with a beautiful sunset.