black hole garden

The Peeking Sun

In life, there are gray clouds

They loom

Threateningly and gloomy

Sparks buzzing through the particles

The particles building up

Preparing to rain down

But sometimes

The peeking sun will break trough the gray clouds

For just a moment

Everything around is still dismal

But right above your head, there's that beam of light

Listen to the kindly omen

As it reassures you it's coming soon

Just give it some time

And it will help you

Then the mighty gray clouds will overpower that one moment of shining promise

And life will become dismal and gray again

And you watch for the day the peeking sun will fulfill its promise