Morning Blues

A flash of lightening streaks across the sky followed by a clap of thunder. These are the first elements my senses grasp as I groggily stare of out my bedroom window. It’s the wee hours of the morning with rain falling in torrents and drops pelting like hail-stones against my apartment. The dreary howling of the wind is reminiscent of a pack of wolves. If I was a child I would have been convinced that nature had launched a one-sided war upon us, unleashing it’s fury on mankind.

As the sleepy neighbourhood before me stirs awake with bleary lights flaring on, I can’t help but feel envious of the few lucky souls still warm and toasty in bed. I yearningly look back at my snuggly covers followed by the alarm clock, and then decide firmly against it. Before I leave I breathe on the cool window pane and smudge an image of a sun in full glory. Voila! My personal ray of sunshine.

While I prepare for the battle raging outside I hold onto the image of my child-like drawing. Gradually, as dawn turns to sunrise, the rain will appear less threatening, maybe even playful. My perspective shifts and I begin to anticipate the fresh earthy scent of the air coupled by few playful jumps in the gargantuan puddles. There is after all a silver lining under every cloud.