On the surface, silence was simple: we didn't speak unless it was necessary. But what was the point of silence? The point was, we learned, not mere silence, not silence to preserve some sort of order, but something much greater. In silence the idea was to recollect ourselves, to place ourselves more squarely in the presence of God than we would if people were talking to us all the time. We could pray, we could meditate, we could contemplate.
The Sun said to the Clouds, "Remember when we used to be together all the time and make rainbows?"
The Clouds nodded. "I'm sorry for going clap bang boom! at you," said the Clouds.
"I'm sorry for going sizzle sizzle sizzle! at you," said the Sun.
"It's better being friends!" said the Sun, and the Clouds agreed. They hugged. The Sun shined brightly and the Clouds misted happy rain. Ever so slowly, rainbows reappeared near and far, turning the world colorful once again.