I love clouds…
They cause me to question my existence and make me want to curl up in them and take a nap like those Philadelphia cream cheese commercials.
I love watching them blob and form and tumble over each other. They are like a reflection of ourselves. On the good days they’re calm and contained, on the bad days they rumble and scream in a thunderous rage. I appreciate their genuine honesty about their feelings. They do not hide; they are vulnerable and strong and incredibly beautiful.
I understand and sympathise with clouds. A thunderstorm is cleansing to me. I love the feeling of intensity in the air before it rains, especially in the summertime. Sometimes the energy in the air is so tightly wound it feels like a live wire. Its like you could lit a single match and it would cause the entire sky to light on fire. I love that feeling so much.
Clouds help me to regain focus. When I’m stressed and anxious, I look up and remember that I am a part of something bigger. They’re a soothing voice that tell me to take a deep breath, be calm, this too shall pass.