Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun.
Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle; Love is the work of wrestlers. The one who becomes a servant of lovers is really a fortunate sovereign. Don't ask anyone about Love; ask Love about Love. Love is a cloud that scatters pearls.
This is how I would die into the love I have for you: As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.
Escape from the black cloud that surrounds you. Then you will see your own light as radiant as the full moon.
I want your sun to reach my raindrops, so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.
Don't be sad! Because God sends hope in the most desperate moments. Don't forget, the heaviest rain comes out of the darkest clouds.