White.
Transparent
Yet not Transparent.
Those were the clouds, one minute you could see through them if you were in the air and the next you couldn't. One minute they were white and the next they could change and become grey than black. Yet for some reason, they always seemed to announce themselves in different ways and create certain patterns that should people how one could change and still give warning.
Yet sometimes…
The clouds could be clear and yet the rain would fall and you would have never received a warning. Sometimes it could be chilly but the sun and clouds would still be clear, it could be dark but the rain or thunder would choose not to come as it seemingly announced.
Taurus stared at the clear clouds and wondered how could they seem so perfect yet hide so much when one was far away from them. As if knowing to keep things closer and certain things away.
