寒い雲がいそぐcold clouds hurrying by

寒々とした雲が、空を急いで流れてゆく。急いでいるのは雲のほうなのに、それを見上げている自分の心細さまで、なぜか急かされるようだ。Cold, bleak clouds hurry across the sky. It is the clouds that are in a hurry, yet somehow even his own forlornness, gazing up at them, feels hurried along.