Imagine the sky turned into soft, swirling cotton‑candy, a sugary haze that tastes like childhood memory and rain that tastes like the future. Kids would chase rainbow‑flavored clouds, their laughter echoing like distant drums, while the adults would stare at the sky, realizing every gust of wind could be a whispered promise or a warning in sugary form. We'd still feel the chill of the night, but the clouds would sweeten the darkness, turning ordinary dreams into literal clouds of wonder. And when the sun finally peeks through, it would feel like a caramel sunrise, bright and inevitable, reminding us that even the sweetest sky can still hold a storm.