When you become a raindrop in your mind
Thunder is the closest friend you may find
Wind lashed trees, dark clouds, lightning or the dust
Everything you will bear once you adjust

Lightning hides the colour of night

Every known thing used to be unknown
And every rock could become a stone
Someday nature will have to atone
When soul sees dead flesh leaving the bone

Our miseries are inseparable, so is our every single blessing.

The sky has a huge heart open for all clouds even on the gloomiest of days.

My tears of joy
hear the raindrops crying,
as the rain never wants to pour
down on my cloudy days
when I make
our love-dreams
for the sun to dream
only for you....

(From the poem "Only For You" By Munia Khan)