I really don't know clouds at all

Tienes humo en la cabeza, pero tus datos están en la nube.
Today I contacted the IT man at work to do something with my computer. I tried to get the email program to open, but while the function was thinking about working, I was almost mesmerized by a circular disc that made a clockwise motion (a variation on the vintage hourglass, I guess). Anyway, after an hour and a half, Mr IT decided that I needed a new computer... the console portion.
I had to contact a more senior IT guy on the west side to have him install a shared email account to my Outlook. We did the shared screen which is always fun to watch. Some folks can manipulate that mouse with lightning speed. Me, I still use ALT + TAB to impress people.
It's been 2½ hours since the console was installed and the shared email account was attached. WINDOWS is dragging a** because my data is migrating from the cloud.
I never really know what to think of this cloud. Where is it and why is it holding my texts and attachments, pdfs, ppts, gifs, and the like instead of holding moisture? I've flown through clouds like Sr Bertrille and they are nothing more than a visible body of very fine water droplets or ice particles suspended in the atmosphere at altitudes ranging up to several miles above sea level. They are formed when air that contains water vapor cools below the dew point.
A distinguishable mass of particles or gas, such as the collection of gases and dust in a nebula.
So, they are cold and they are moist. Who named the imaginary repository of data 'the cloud'? It's one of those intangibles like the web or the Internet.
There are days that go by in my life when I get a sense that my mind is not thinking. I am able to do complex tasks such as drive, prepare meals, perform the three S-es (sh*t, shower, and shave), and do cost comparative shopping at ALDI, but I am left with the notion that no real thought has gone into any of this. Even when I come up with small notions or ideas to express in a blog, I sense that there is no real meaning behind any of this writing.
Why, therefore, to I bother ?