A small meteorological paradox wrapped in landlord jargon: weather borrows a room from an object that only exists because of the weather yet to arrive. By making clouds the tenants and an umbrella the future landlord, the sentence flips cause and effect, personifies both entities, and compresses time into a single whimsical contract. Nothing here is literal—yet the image is vivid enough that you can almost picture a cumulus signing a lease. It’s a perfect specimen of Decentralised Logic: the more you try to unpack it, the more you notice that the suitcase is full of air.