"Pick a Word, Paint a Story #04"

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Greetings

As-salamu Alaikum.
Hello Steemians! Hope you all are doing well. Today, I am participating in an amazing contest in the "Hindwhale Community", organized by @senehasa ma'am.
Here is: Contest Link .
I will choose the word Cloud for this contest and write based on this word.
Let’s get started!

Whispers from the Clouds

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I never get sick of looking at the clouds. It feels magical because they’re just fresh and new every time. The clouds get big sometimes, soft and fluffy sometimes, they could almost be cotton in the sky just floating around with no care. Sometimes they're thick and heavy like they're trying to show how big and important they are, with the whole sky covered. My favorite thing is watching how they change.


^{Sky Full of Clouds}

Clouds slowly stick together before rain comes, and it’s a very calm but a bit mysterious. It feels like life story, telling a story at times the sky is bright and clear, but at other times questioning the dark reveals. When the sky is clean after the rain,it’s fresh and clean. The clouds come back looking the pretty. They always seem to carry secrets, like they get tired like we do, but somehow they’ve managed to rest and be stronger than before.


^{Blue Sky and White Cloud Journey}

The clouds sometimes come so low that I imagine, i can reach out and touch them.Those moments make me feel like I’m almost getting to a dream yet I still cannot touch it. Sometimes the clouds are so far away, high in the sky that they are unreachable. It strikes me that some things are for looking at, not touching.

Clouds remind me of life the way it happens. Moving, but they don’t have a specific place they gotta go. They sometimes stand still, in other times they disappear in wind. Just like life, things just keep moving forward, even when we’re out of reach. Clouds are so beautiful and meaningful because that endless movement.


^{Cloud Telling a Story}

Sometimes the clouds’ shapes look like they want to say something as well when I look at them. Once they have grown together they break into even more pieces. That's just like the relationships in our lives we come close to people and sometimes we go further from loves one. However, like clouds those memories and feelings stick to us.

Cloud watching is the same as an exercise watching a living painting in the sky. They stop for an instant then go, playing quietly with the blue sky. The clouds and the sky are like partners, like we with our emotions.

	The Floating Canvas

The clouds are so peaceful and teach us so much when they’re silent. Sometimes they lie alone, sometimes in pairs, and sometimes cover the whole sky to let us know they are there. There a little story told by every cloud. I realize those stories are best understood when I stop everything and just watch them float by.