I sure would. If it were one of those fluffy, marshmallow-like cumulus clouds, I'd have confidence that my scattered brain fragments would be replaced with a fresh, newly scrubbed more omniscient mind. If it were a nimbus cloud, I might be more fearful, but like George MacDonald's Sir Gibbie, I've always been inspired by a brisk thunderstorm. If it were one of the wispy cirrus deals, I would be bemused by Jesus' ability to get a firm footing, and my attention would be drawn to His nail-scarred feet. However, a stratus cloud might remind me of the universality of mankind. It's an interesting situation you propose.