Happiness is like a cloud, if you stare at it long enough, it evaporates.
Cloud, to me, is an interesting thing. It is formed from tiny water vapour, uncountable in number but yet it is almost weightless. The weightlessness of the cloud makes it drift so easily to wherever the wind blows. Its shape changes form as it drift.
On a fine day when the sky is blue, the puffy white cloud exudes a feeling of cheerfulness and warmth. On rainy day, dark cloud forms in the grey sky, halting sunlight from streaming to the ground. It gives the atmosphere a gloomy touch.
I like the apt metaphor that describe life in resemblance to the changing of the cloud. Like cloud, life changes from one condition to another. Either condition doesn’t extend indefinitely — it will change once the time is ripe.