How can you tell
How can you tell the rain not to fall
when clouds exist?
How can you tell the leaves not to fall
when wind exist?
How can you tell me not to fall in love
when you exist?
Whoever falsely boasts of giving Is like clouds and wind without rain.
Glory of the day, soundless and restrain,
With dark clouds, and blessings of rains.
Clouds on way, the splashing of drops,
Cheers of birds, whispers of waves with fame.
Now soothing of rain, with rainbow’s name,
Praising in a way, this is blessed in all ways.
All birds find shelter during rain but eagle avoids rain by flying, above the clouds. Problems are common but attitude makes a difference.
Autumn leaves are like memories
They fall to the ground, withered,
The autumn wind chase them around,
Like a naughty boy who loves to play.
May road rise up to meet you
May wind be ever at your back
May sun shine warm upon your face
May rain fall softly on your fields
Goodbye, until we meet again.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
When you are calm and centered inside; noise is musical, clouds are magical and rain is liquid love.
When you find love never let it go – it’s a long fall down from the clouds.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. – Rabindranath Tagore