Plea #67: Clouds' Beauty Clouds are quite beautiful.
I'm sure this isn't a new observation, but it's shockingly not one I've seen touched on before.
Poets often gaze upon star-splashed skies and luminant sunsets, but I've yet to see one admire the colossal white splotches that fill the horizon.
But I think they should.
Because a sun set on a clear sky is far less visually stunning than one placed upon a slightly cloudy one.
Low-flying clouds are the best for evenings, I think.
They bounce the light in such a fascinating way, producing slight hues across their surface, contrasting with the heavens and mountains.
Fog can also be so wonderful from afar...
Though I'm not sure whether or not it's one and the same as clouds...
I believe it must be... They look quite identical, after all.
I've read that clouds are made of rain droplets, but how they stay suspended up there, and how they decide when to fall, is beyond me.
The fact checks out as far as I can tell, though.
When have you ever seen rain without clouds? Clouds can also be a joy to illustrate.
On occasion, I mark the outline of a cloud upon my page, and then finish it with whatever comes to mind.
Snails, flowers, even faces; You can always think of something odd to finish the sketch with.
Oh clouds... What an under-recognized marvel you are.
Perhaps I'll write some poetry of my own in their regard someday.
Yes, I believe I will.