Cloudy skies seem to so easily dampen the soul. Pouring tears of their own from our eye to the universe. Humid air escapes everyone's lungs as they dash between drops in an attempt to stay dry. I walk slowly in the water filled atmosphere, taking in the small presses of oxygen and hydrogen hitting my skin. Washing my white boots in the muddy puddles of a small village road. No thunder or lightening. No sunlight either. Just the simple light melody of the earth letting the ocean go above us. And for an instant I forget the darkness of the clouds and find mere joy in the absence of the sun.
