It was a fine day, with only a few high white clouds in the sky.
At least it's a white cloud not a black one.
The little white cloud soon got tired of his new friend.
The blue sky and the white clouds made a picture of it.
He thought the white cloud coming out of the site was a ghost.
He looked at the small white clouds and thought: who was it?
The sky was blue, with white clouds and a yellow sun.
Just a few big white clouds to block the sun and cool things off so I can read.
He held his breath and tried to see through the white clouds around him.
You think you're some kind of God up there, sitting on a white cloud?
