Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

The image recasts “clouds”—often symbols of trouble, grief, or looming change—as benign visitors that enrich rather than threaten. The speaker suggests a shift in perspective: experiences that once “carried rain” or “ushered storm” (pain, conflict, loss) are no longer primarily feared; instead, they contribute to the beauty of a “sunset sky,” a metaphor for later life or a reflective stage of experience. The line celebrates resilience and the aesthetic or spiritual transmutation of hardship into wisdom. It implies that maturity can convert adversity into depth, color, and meaning, without denying that the clouds were ever real or potentially dark.