There will always be a gust of wind, causing two clouds thousands of miles apart to meet unexpectedly. They repel or collide, unruly and stubborn. Only when the cold rain falls in patter does it become clear that there is a lot of water vapor in their stomachs.
They depend on each other and work together for a lifetime, never getting lost or missing.
We sow seeds in barren land, and what will bloom thereafter is the spring breeze and warm sunshine.
Intention: We rely on each other to spend a life that is no longer miserable because of each other. Salvation is immortal and hope lasts forever.