Quotes from Alfred Rowland

Now, if God made the clouds so beautiful, did He not mean us to gaze upon them and be thankful for them?

[N]ow and then an ominous black cloud had blotted-out the sun from our sight, and poured down a deluge till it had spent itself, and then had left the sky glaringly bright and blue...

In the morning we sometimes notice the scattered specks and flakes gathering together, growing and spreading into the magnificent cumulus, stacked up in gigantic heaps, till the afternoon sun glorifies a range of sky-mountains, beside whose stupendous heights earth's loftiest range is dwarfed, and whose summits are white as no fuller on earth can white them.

No doubt the phenomena of cloud-formation are designed primarily to water the earth; to gather together the moisture from the salt sea, and form dark, unwholesome fens; to purify them by the mysterious alchemy of the sky; to carry them onward by sweeping storm or by gentle zephyr, and let them descend gently in the mist, or steadily in the rain, which will waken sleeping seeds, and revive drooping vegetation.