Sometimes the clouds are big and fluffy; sometimes they're thin and wispy. Each type is a sign, a way to gauge some aspect of the weather. To me, clouds are just water. Just ... water waiting to fall back to the ground or the sea or wherever it began its journey to the sky. The amount of water waiting to fall changes constantly.
So it is with emotions, right?
Why is it so strange for Fiona Apple to sing that she's only happy when it rains? I find rain quite cleansing. It's as if, when it rains, all the emotions that were pent up inside me just pour out, symbolized by the precipitation I see. It may be a stretch but it's what I believe. It helps me make sense of my emotional life and emotional tendencies (Don't even get me started on the moon's cycles).
I've been under someone's spell lately.