The sun overpowers the moon, so I couldn’t even witness its shadow. And this brought me into another form of serenity--- the rousing of the largest star called “sunrise”. As it burst out in the skyline, huge cotton balls come out blending with her blue sky. I wanted to capture a ring of light surrounding the sun or moon but a dense and towering cloud had stricken me with pale to dark gray form.
It was a bit trickier to point out such scenery as the cloud, but it felt like you’re evidently a cumulonimbus cloud that brings thunderstorms. Ah, no! Your heart is, totally it is. The more I ask you for a sunlight, the darker the sky you give. But there must be something inside your cloud. Does a monster or a demon live inside? But it’s totally dark. Wait, is it possible to have warm air? Warm air that transformed into cold drops of tears soaking the entire grassland. Can you undress my qualm through your thunder of axiom? Graze my head until your cloud meets ethereal and express efflorescence. As you paint the rosy tint on your face, heave splatters of rainbow.