The morning begins with a cloud filled sky.
The sun is in hiding.
The rain is imminently arriving.
The day will deliver its own.
Hour by hour it will be revealed.
The rain is just a drop away.
The burning ball of fire cannot be seen.
Its light and heat are still there.
Hidden to sight, but not obliterated.
Billowy pockets play their role.
Holding droplets ready to fall.
Sun and clouds together produce the rain.
The Son of Life cannot always be seen.
His Presence yet is always there.
Ready to let Peace reign with droplets on a cloudy day.