Sama is like the sky whooshing by the people
Sama is like a cloud simply just waiting for another cloud to show up
Sama’s cloud is like no other cloud but just simply unique in one particular way, he is strong he does not let the wind interfere
When the blue sky rains it is sad, Sama becomes the tear of your eye
When the hurricane arrives, they have a temper
Soon after they let out their anger, relief, happiness, satisfaction illuminates
Sama is the blue sky