200 Word Sentence

The clouds, seeming to be as if they were in an alliance, lingered on in the time after the first snowfall well into the late of next week, hanging high in the sky, as if joined into one super gigantic mega cloud that never ends, which never appears to change hue, which never appears to move, and which never appears to disappear, and sometimes, however oh so rarely, if one is lucky, the muffled rays of sunlight will successfully manage to erode the top layers of the cloud, and merely permeate through the bottom, which in all reality is a mockery of the delusion that humans have control, the day never has a blue dot in sight, that would be too much for the average person to handle, it would be far too much joy to see a glimpse to the end of the cloud, it would bring too much chaos to the world, so the cloud stays stagnate for months, encasing the human population in a dome of forlorn, it greets you in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, and is even illuminated enough to greet you at night, and it is unfortunately here and inescapable during the majority of the year.