Rain Clouds by Philip Neelamegam

Clouds hang low and dark, spun sugar and licorice cotton candy. The sun ghosts on the horizon, little more than a light gray swath sweeping across the horizon. Rain can be seen falling at various points across the city and plains. It seems an ominous mood at dawn.

It’s counterpoint are a handful of purple finches chatting away at the bird feeder and a robin singing for worms. Even in the gloom Spring’s blooms can be seen shining like starlight in the darkness.

There is a wonderful balance between these two states. Rain soaked clouds suppressing all indoors and Springs push upward with life calling all back to their doors.

I feel my breath rise and fall between these two states. Heart beat slow, muscles languid. I neither feel nor hear the clock.  I rest my mind between the delicate balance feeling this curious morning scale as if it rests upon my heart.

How can any of us sleep when such mysteries as storms and new life battle for dominance in these quiet hours?  I surely cannot.