Just yesterday it was raining, thunderstorms and lightning. Just yesterday, there hung grey clouds in the sky. Just yesterday, it was dark and gloomy. Just yesterday, it felt so cold, so wintry, and biting. Just yesterday, it felt like the rain would lash down, as it would never stop, that the world would get drenched and soak forever. Just yesterday, the weather felt dejected, downcast, and miserable, like the weather would trap the world under a roof forever.
But wait, it’s different. Now, it’s beautiful outside.
The world around me looks alluring, appealing, and delightful.
A sunny day, the rays of sunshine illuminating the world around me. A treat for my eyes, as they witness a beautiful morning, a beautiful afternoon, a beautiful evening, and a beautiful night.
They spectate a lovely baby blue sky adorned with white clouds and an extraordinarily bright star in the morning sky. My eyes divert towards the tremendous energy in the sky and close on impulse, they water as my face is cast light upon. My moment of a golden hour makes my hair, black at my scalp, blend into golden as it flows down my shoulders. I go out, desperate to inhale the fresh air, to intake the atmosphere’s ambience, as my skin burns against the kisses of the sun. The blue unites with purple somewhere far beyond in the sky, and I watch as the sun goes down, leaving its traces of warm colours. Even the night is beautiful. The moon erases the sun’s traces, the crescent shining white light upon the world beneath it.
I was wrong. Nature proved me wrong. Rain would not lash down forever, the planet would not get drenched. The weather would not feel down forever, it would not trap us. It may not be sunshine and rainbows forever, not blue skies. We might not see the sun forever, not the moon.
We all would have our own gloomy skies, and we all would have our own golden hours.
~ @cherry3pie3avalanche ~
