Cloud with clout

And in my darkest hours, when the air extingushes all light. Hopelessness hangs heavy, spongy and dense.

Above me it hovers, a cloud with a fierce clout. I scramble searching to strike my last match.

Unable to see what is right in front on me.I hear the mirthful tinkle of a giggling child. A purr from a serene feline.

And my senses are distracted yet aroused.

I remember to always look up.

The rain still pelts down furiously. The wind whips me with absolute vehemence.

I see the silver lining…. And my soul is renewed with inner joy once again.

* musings from a picture prompt *

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