Cloudcast

[Weather:] Still, cloudcast sky.

Fit ending to the cloudcast day. But ah! that was a golden time I spent beneath yon giant lime (And e'en to-day as I look back Through the dark haze of grief and pain That hangs o'er true devotion's track, I'd fain live o'er it all again, For […])

[…] the sun's warm rays / Shine out to welcome. Yet- / 'Neath cloudcast skies, "the weeping rain," / Or evening's darkest shade, / You still shine on with unclosed eye, / Undaunted, Undismayed!

[…] one leafless / Cloudcast morning he appeared to me, / Taking time off from his rind-research / To spread his chestnut throat and sing / Outside my window.

One never gets angry at a cloudcast sky, because to be overcast is not the true nature of the sky. It is other factors that make it overcast. Similarly, anger is not natural to sattvas; it is the consequence of some other causes.

... as when a cloudcast day turns gloriously sudden at sunset's end.

... frowns come and go / Like cloudcast shadows on the frozen snow.

Micah watched the cloudcast shadows skitting over the snowfields before him – then screwed his face up in surprise when some of them seemed to come to a halt. He looked up. The clouds were still moving , and when he looked back at the plains he realized that the motionless grey shapes were not shadows at all.

[…] die in the shadows cloudcast / Darken the night […]