Colours of the rain.

 The hardest moments are what inject colour into our lives. If life were always easy the artist's palette would be boring and one dimensional. We need the tears, the anguish, the challenge, and the struggle to discover the beautiful darkened hues. We need to open ourselves up to life to experience the full spectrum and subtle gradations of colours. Without the leaden and ominous greys of the thunderclouds there would not be a rainbow left in their wake.







Clouds themselves are beautiful in a haunting and mysterious way. The distant rumble of encroaching thunder and the feeling of electric magnetism that permeates the air just before a storm belittes all human kind to the ethereal power of the universe. That moment of unnerving stillness where the birds hush and the whole world seems to stop and draw anticipated breath- that is the moment where I feel some sort of inexplicable magic is capturing the earth.

A thunderstorm on a summer's evening is an awesome spectacle in the truest sense of the word. And there is something exceptionally peaceful about lying in bed and listening to the rain on the roof. We need those moments so that when the sun heaves aside the great iron curtains of the thunder clouds we can take in the invigorating smells of the rejuvenated earth and notice the vibrant green of the glistening leaves.

Embrace what life throws at you. Dance in the puddles in the rain. Because everything, even the gloomy moments, haa poetic quality and make the canvas of our lives interesting.