Clouds

Today I saw the American flag waving in the wind with the blue sky behind it.  The clouds were kind of "spotty."  They looked liked they were spray painted on.  It's amazing to me how many different kinds of clouds there are.  The visible texture of a cloud could be so many different things.  It could be smooth like a stroke of paint; it could be rough like a cow's tongue; or it could be choppy like ocean waves.  Yet every cloud is composed of the same thing.  Reminds me of how appearances are only skin deep.  Genetically speaking, every race is the same.