The beauty often missed when we are sorrowfully dismissed into the throes of melancholy... I saw a rain cloud yesterday and sprouting from it were lovely streams of shadows and the light of day lustrously peeking from behind if the sun is truly there it cannot really be hidden it will always be seen any where despite the veil, it's that strong, the rays of truth and all that is good hold brilliance so deep that it cannot, it will not be contained, even if evil feels it should. And although it can be hidden for a time, the essence of it cannot be denied. My time is now, and I will act upon it. God knows this is true, if you pray, he will abide And he lives and breathes with me, along with the sunshine that refuses to be subdued. The light amazes me, makes my entire spirit smile, it is my sustenance, my "soul" food, in this, the wilderness of my mind. No truer spectacle will I ever find. There is beauty all around me. All I had to do is to look up, to clearly see.