Clouds All afternoon, Sir, your ambassadors have been turning into lakes and rivers. At first they were just clouds, like any other. Then they swelled and swirled; then they hung very still; then they broke open. This is, I suppose, just one of the common miracles, a transformation, not a vision, not an answer, not a proof, but I put it there, close against my heart, where the need is, and it serves the purpose. I go on, soaked through, my hair slicked back; like corn, or wheat, shining and useful.
