Clear spell

A clear spell in Paris sky for a while today. I often look at the sky: the shapes of the clouds, their various hues, etc... When I was a little girl, I desperately wanted to be a bird (not an eagle or anything big and/or awe-inspiring; no just a sparrow would have been enough) so that I could reach the clouds and see the Earth/life from above. My father, when still living at home and for once in a reasonable mood, told me when on holiday in the Alps one summer during a very bad storm that was raging outside, the noise bouncing off against the mountain tops, that there was no need to be afraid because it was only because the clouds were having a row and were colliding into each other, hence the noise...