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It always seems to show itself
When you least expect it.
In the midst of a gloomy day,
There's nothing but rain in the forecast.
Suddenly a ray of sunlight
Strikes the petals of a flower so bright
It almost takes your breath away.
Then it is gone.
As quickly as it appeared.
And the rain begins to fall.
Until the merely gloomy day
Becomes a dark and stormy night.
Lost in shadows.
Then,
A rack of thunder,
And a bolt of lightning flashes
Through the sky.
To the very center of being,
Illuminating everything in simple perfection
Which leaves you yearning,
And waiting for the next glimpse.
Waiting for beauty
To show itself once again.