You can be as short as the ceilings in your home that were built in 1600 by some wintry, broken elves.
Colder than the sidewalks fresh from strong October rain with the vision of a viking who's been pillaging my keg brain.
But you won't see me cloudy in your sky.
When barometric pressure drops and cold fronts move from North to South you won't see me cloudy in your sky.