Dark economic clouds are dissipating into an emerging blue sky of opportunity.

The world is so depressing which is why the sky is usually blue.

Clear sky is bigger than the largest rain clouds.

The color has faded out of the sky. It is grey, becoming darker as the world turns herself round a little more. The clouds are long and black and ragged, like the wings of stormbattered dragons.

Four ducks on a pond, / A grass-bank beyond, / A blue sky of spring, / White clouds on the wing: / What a little thing / To remember for years - / To remember with tears!

We're the dark clouds with the fine silver lining.