Writing Workshop: Listening to the Silence (a practice in simile and metaphor)

We were assigned to go outside into the cold winter night and listen to the silence.  This is what I heard. 

The Sounds of the Clouds

I listen for the sounds of the clouds, the childish whisper of their grey floss like a cotton candy nightmare. 

They should be laughing like the dogs at play, but instead they bite, snarl and fight. 

The wind whistles past my ears and I strain to hear its secrets. 

All I hear is the waves of an angry ocean crashing on an abandoned shore. 

But the sea is far away and the clouds are angrier than a mother shushing noisy children as the baby peacefully sleeps next door.