when fallen

Backyard persimmon cloud.

Stuart Little wondered in his movie, "If every cloud had a silver lining, wouldn't that make them kind of heavy?" A valid point, I think. 

After tests, my friend Julianne iterates the Spanish equivalent: "No hay mal que por bien no venga!"

John Milton planted the idea in 1634: 

Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud

turn forth her silver lining on the night?

I wonder, where does one find sable clouds? We only have cotton-balls here. I do remember brown skies in Beijing, but even those clouds wore a bit of argent jewelry.

Humans have hundreds of ways of saying "hang on to hope," but my favorite is the silver lining.