Complains are like the clouds that produce no rain no matter how thick they gather. Never depend on your complaint thinking they are stair cases. Drop that thing.
I brush my teeth like they are gray cumulonimbus clouds, and I floss like I fish. Can I offer you a small piece of salmon?
Clouds shed the agony of the sky and rain concludes it by covering us in filth. What do you think about the puddles of mud and traffic jams? I so hate rain.
A gun that shoots out rainclouds is a delayed water gun. I need to just pull the trigger and tell her I love her, but I’ll wait until her umbrella is open and her bathtub...
When you become a raindrop in your mind Thunder is the closest friend you may find Wind lashed trees, dark clouds, lightning or the dust Everything you will bear once you adjust
Brushing the clouds away from my eyes, I see clarity in the raindrop and beauty in the first ray of morning sun…Life is strange and wondrous…
They talk about big skies in the western United States, and they may indeed have them, but you have never seen such lofty clouds, such towering anvils, as in Iowa in July.
I think I just inhaled a cloud shaped like the ghost of my grandpa, and all I have to say is grandma smelled better.
…I recall that day on the beach – the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair…
Clouds can never hide the sun forever; so don’t complain about clouds but never forget to welcome the sun.
Often I have found myself gazing up at clouds – yesterday’s seas and tomorrow’s streams – to think of them as floating on an ultraviolet sea, beyond which is the infinity of space that presents...
We hovered above the moment like two rain clouds
Perhaps the most impressive illustration of all is to suppose that you could label the molecules in a tumbler of water. … threw it anywhere you please on the earth, and went away from the...
—Francis William Aston
All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide;but a hidden star can still be smiling at night’s black spell on darkness, beguiling
God begins to paint the clouds in the eastern sky when the mountains butterflies come flying home
Different cities visit us daily, they exist in the clouds.
It may well be on such a night of clouds and cruel colors that there is brought forth upon the earth such a portent as a respectable poet. You say you are a poet of...
…my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight – we go camping at night – it’s my lucid dream of being with you…
I mop my floor with a wet cloud. My love tissues are full of eye rain. Dinner will be served at breakfast.
I love white clouds and blue sky.
The passing clouds outside the window form the perfect backdrop for wavering frames I see moving inside my mind.
Thirty-nine years of my life had passed before I understood that clouds were not my enemy; that they were beautiful, and that I needed them. I suppose this, for me, marked the beginning of wisdom....
Chcę czerwień zerwać z kwiatów polnych,Czerwienią nocy spalić krew,Jak piersi nieba chcę być wolny,W chmury się wbić w koronach drzew.
So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the...
Rising Sun jostles hard to evaporate doom filled clouds;hovering ancient land.
No matter how dark your cloud is; sun in you will always outshine this darkness
The sky and the sun are always there. It’s the clouds that come and go.
I wear the universe backwards. I imagine putting stars in my coffee, and sugar in the sky. I imagine going fishing in clouds, and watching the sun hide behind lakes. I’m too busy dancing with...
If only i could get that under control then i feel like i could stay here a long time, watching the days leaking into the nights, swilling over the buildings, bleeding back again. I could...
Clouds pass and disperse.Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?Is it for such I agitate my heart?
My car rides smooth like I’m driving a cloud. If I park it at your house, I may get rainwater on your living room carpet.
There’s something beautiful about keeping certain aspects of your life hidden. Maybe people and clouds are beautiful because you can’t see everything.
And when I fall in love,” I began, “I will build a mountain to touch the sky. Then, my lover and I will have the best of both worlds, reality firmly under our feet, while...
At dawn the waves looked like mountain ranges tipped with gold as sunbeams slanted low under burgundy clouds.
Clouds are high flying Fog
After midday, the rain eased, and the Land Rover rode into Pokhara on a shaft of storm light. Next day there was humid sun and shifting southern skies, but to the north a deep tumult...
Yesterday I inhaled a cloud, and immediately my eyes started raining.
Be like a star and shine, whether people care or do not care; the clouds are temporary, but your beauty is permanent.
There is bound to be turbulence in the clouds of confusion before one can view the friendly skies, and an illuminated landing strip.
Rain Factory,” because he’s always either in a dark and stormy mood, or crying heavily.
For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an escape when I was right here beside him?
Change your life experiences through the thoughts you think.Practice thinking good thoughts and your life will reflect what you are thinking.We have the blessing of choice.
Outside the window, a bank of clouds appeared on the horizon, inching slowly across the sky, finally slipping across the Moon and blocking out its radiant light. As he clicked off his overhead light, he...
When I could hold my eyes open long enough, I did stare up at the rain pelting down on me. I’ve never looked at it like that, straight up into the sky, and while I...
…the bones of cirrus clouds stand out like ribs against the sky – an angel is stretching…
I had a dream about you. The blue sky matched the blue in your eyes, though you had a few more clouds in your irises. When you got sad, you didn’t cry—you rained, and that’s...
The sun was as flirty as Scarlett O’Hara with the Tarleton twins, breaking through the clouds in spectacular bursts that seemed like personal favors and then retreating for hours, days, and making us all ache...
It is a very beautiful day. The woman looks around and thinks: ‘there cannot ever have been a spring more beautiful than this. I did not know until now that clouds could be like this....
The party was dry, she was wet, and the sky was in the middle (cloudy, but no rain). Love was in the air, and that’s why I brought an umbrella.
The story of two dreams is a coincidence, a line drawn by chance, like the shapes of lions or horses that are sometimes formed by clouds.
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