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 *