It kinda reminds me of...
an old man sitting on a high mountain, seeing all of life below him, yet finding peace in the clouds. He imagins his previous life as a thug in the city, making his way through ill ways. He is now feeling sorry for his past ways, and sits on the mountain top, the clouds being his own best friends.
The clouds do not judge, they only welcome, the provide rain for when it's dry and clean water to drink, and shade for those who are hot. They also provide the air we breath. he thinks to himself. How wonderful it must be to be a cloud.