pages 78 – 80

clouds were filing in now, big and clumsy, and more kids were calling out to her, watching her seethe.

• Begins the symbol of the clouds.

Oh, how the clouds stumbled in assembled stupidly in the sky.
great obese clouds.
Dark and plump
Bumping into each other. Apologizing.

• relates the clouds to the kids that teased her and brought those bad feelings (the clouds) in.

the humiliation of the day – and she crouched in the gutter and wept. It all led here.
Rudy stood there, next to her.
It began to rain, nice and hard.

• This brings back the symbol of the clouds where in this scene they have again filled in but this time it has a lot more effect as it rains which shows us that the bad emotions and thoughts have caught back up to her but is even worse this time then when she was at school.

Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would ring them out like the rain. pg 80

She could have shot herself, scratched herself, or indulged in other forms of self-mutilation, but she chose what she probably felt to be the weakest option – to at least endure the discomfort of the weather. For all Liesel knew, she prayed for summer days that were cold and wet. pg 146

Red, Black and With is a Common Symbol.

This is because (swastika)…

It was a blue book with red writing engraved on the cover, and there was a small picture of a cuckoo bird under the title, also red.

To her, they were only victims of circumstance. The only thought that continually recurred was the yellow tear. Had it been dark, she realized, that tear would have been black. pg 100

The book was hot and wet, blue and red – embarrassed – and Hans Hubermann opened it up. pg 125

Orange and red embers looked like rejected candy, and most of the crowd had vanished. pg 114

White sky.
The others ran. pg 165

The gray-covered book with its yellowing pages found its way into her hands as she began to walk the corridor. pg 259

Liesel often glanced down at The Whistler, at they gray cover and the black imprinted title. pg 292

By the time I was finished, the sky was yellow, like burning newspaper. 
pg 336

Summer came.
For the book thief, everything was going nicely.
For me, the sky was the colour of Jews.
pg 349

It was white and warm, and it crept behind them. pg 433

She read in the kitchen.
Red and Yellow gaps in the stove.
The Word Shaker. pg 443

The glow of fire was gone and the morning was still and black. pg 490

Above me, the sky eclipsed – just a last moment of darkness – and I swear I could see a black signature in the shape of a swastika. It loitered untidily above. pg 491

By the time she had made it down the hill and across the bridge, the orange light had vanished. Clouds were mopping up. pg 523

The hot sky was red and turning. Pepper streaks were starting to swirl and I became curious. pg 533

He dropped the accordion and his silver eyes continued to rust. pg 538

In Liesels vision, the sky I saw was grey and glossy. A silver afternoon pg 547