Yesterday’s clouds were amazing.

I was flabbergasted by their effortless grace

and amazed by their awesome power.

They were just there

and they were just the best they’d ever been there.

With their royal blues and their purple hues,

their blacks and their shadows

and their sparkling lights and those dazzling whites.

 

Through their immaculate bulk

rods of gorgeous sunlight flooded down,

piercing and warming the damp brown earth

and chasing away the rippling shadows on fields

still boggy from the recent soaking downpour.

 

If only I could take the time to just look up from the puddles

I might just remember that it’s all just there

and it’s exactly as it should be.