The rain just stopped. A few minutes ago the skies were immensely darkened, raindrops rapidly pattering on my window, the lightning streaking the gloomy heavens. And then, in an instant, those images were gone. The white clouds are back. Cotton like and so light. You can see them ever so slowly changing in shapes, knowing that the wind is whispering slowly, yet surely, guiding them to where they should go.
I don’t know when it started but I know now that I have always had this fascination for clouds. White clouds, dark clouds. Clouds shaped like old men, smoke ring, series of mountains, even abstract shapes that only an artist can imagine the figures they portray. Looks like Father Moses ! There ! There’s a ship voyaging ! Is that a dragon ? Looks like it. And there at the other side ! Water gushing out from the falls !
And yet, I love most the white clouds floating around, no definite shapes, set in the wide expanse of a light blue yet bright skies. They lift up my emotions, my life, my soul.
Atop earth, looking high above, the clouds almost transparent, I can imagine what our world would look like from the universe. Just gazing, it makes me wonder how people can not believe that there is a Higher Being that crafted our world and just synchronized everything ? How can one lose hope when we see the beauty of the skies ?
I thank God for my eyes, for I can see the beauty of His creation.
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