“There are usually clouds in the skies, at least if you venture high enough, whether they are bringing in storms of not, remains to be seen” Gun Roswell
Cloudy with a chance of rain
The cloudy skies, are not always indicators of bad or sad weather or otherwise, rather sometimes, a respite from the overwhelming warmth of it all, bringing in the cool and calming winds without the dampness of fall.
But even with a trickle of rain in the mix, should bring in some freshness, to the stuffy and stale air of the hottest of summer, and only after the rain, can you enjoy the sun’s shine without it being such a total bummer.
“The clouds are gathering in the skies, but that is not always a bad thing“ Gun Roswell
Cloudy and calm for the right reasons
The clouds might bring storm and rain, sometimes to the point of pain, but sometimes, they are good for cover too, shading from the extensive sunshine, when all you want to do is to quit the eternal smiling and be in a mood of grey, and having those clouds up there is a good as reason as any, to become a moody and broody someone with chips on their shoulders and doing lots of complaining, because nobody is able to act like a little miss sunshine for ever, as there just has to be a lever to be able to pull down.
So, bring on them clouds, in the cool and calming grey colours do us shroud, as often times, we need a little darkness, a little dampness and a little neutral hues in our lives. Because all the brightness of all the incoming messages from around the world getting totally smaller, the continued race of becoming shinier, newer and better, well, it’s all fine for a short while, but the constant running and being on the edge, will eventually lead to the ledge, and wanting to jump? Well, too much smiling might just cause that to happen to pause your life for a moment and look up, the clouds are here, to… cheer you up?
“Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you”
Today something strange happened Leaving most of us quite baffled Something called “the sun” appeared With its striking rays all of the sky smeared Out from our caves we emerged Rubbing our eyes in an urge
The sun boss, the sun! Someone shouted It was no pun Even though doubted
There had been many a tales Like someone seeing the whales Of such oddities happening before But never ever in the wildest dreams Would we hoped to have scored Or so it seems
Now, bearing witness To this unusual event The sun really existing Like an early Christmas present