Choices, Chances and Changes

The sky opens, pouring water to bathe and moisten the parched land

The sun rises hiding behind the grey clouds

Somehow it is waiting to emerge to its sublimity

Bidding to a perfect timing to ascend and take its rightful place

Patiently it gently moves away from the overcast blanket to peek through and flash a light below

Steadily it’s taking a deep breath – collecting strength to flare for a new horizon.

The rainfall slowly comes to an end as it achieved its fair share of duty

A skyline forming ropes of clouds like aisles – a passage of choices

The sun carefully displayed a ray of gleam and flashed its luminous arms

As it glistens through the clouds, the sky opened into shades of blue

Flocks of birds waving down and chirping a melodious sound of comfort

The richness of the light flowing and cupping my face with its warm embrace

I looked up gazing at the celestial sphere the vaults of heaven staring back – watching and observing

The rainfall have been never ending – a continuous wave of cataclysm and mischance

Yet the sun endured and carried on – it did not stop but rather fought to keep its brilliance and radiance

Every glimmer it presents a spectacle – that every single day it will never cease to rise

A sign that the rain until its last drop will eventually stop – the flood will subside until it sets

By the time darkness comes – tomorrow we will find the sun rises back to let us know we keep going and we carry on.

Dec 2022