Sunbeams joy-pierce clouds. – Terri Guillemets, “Rays of happiness,” 2011

A sky as pure as water bathed the stars and brought them out. – Antoine de Saint-Exupery

The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendor and shed her light on all the objects around; anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, and shrouding everything in darkness. – Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers