Through a tear-filled field of somber clouds laden with the
burdensome load of rain, the sun sluggishly pulled on its trousers like an old
man one leg at a time. Then, with reserve that lacked all motivation, as though
pausing to muster a strength from within, the sun rested behind the curtain of
rain while the day yawned on slowly amid the dreary greyness. The attitude of
the sun seemed to soak into the thoughts of those who trudged through life
below among the mud and left the heart cold and damp, a feeling that was
reflected on everyone’s faces, which were further reflected from the pooling
puddles that formed.
But, with a swift motion, like an abrupt but welcome change
in symphony from lacrimoso to allegro the sun broke through the clouds with a
shout of brilliant light that rang out fluidly with a triumphant feeling that
rinsed out the gloom that the morning rain had poured out into hearts. The
sharp brilliance with its piercing radiance cut through and exacted out the heaviness
like no word spoken or deed done could ever feign to. The simple and forgotten elegance
of a sunrise or the outpour of light from a blue sky has no equal in its own
unique natural way.
To look up into the blue eyes of a clear sky is seldom seen
and appreciated to the extent that it deserves, but even when spoken of it all
its poetic glory fades into the background of life when compared to the eyes of
a loved one. Many things can touch a heart, but only love can fulfill the
heart.
