We were about twelve miles from the Ohio-Michigan border
when my sister Aimee poked my arm and pointed out my window.
"Look at that," she said, "pretty neat."
I looked out the window, squinted, and nodded in agreement.

It was a cloudy day and it seemed that the sun
was half stuck behind one particular cloud.
There were about five small beams of sunlight
protruding from the cloud, jetting down towards the earth.

I then sat back into my seat and started thinking,
Thinking about those rays shooting down.
I wondered where they touched down,
I wondered if they hit anybody,
I wondered if I had ever been in one.

Course when I glanced back at the rays, squinting again,
The ever-pessimist in me began to crawl out.
I figured, even if you were encompassed by one of the rays,
you probably wouldn’t even know it.
You’d probably just think it was a sunny day, sunny all over, 
and that it was nothing special;
When fact of the matter is you’d be the only person
standing in this light.

I figured it was typical of life.
You’re in the middle of this one tremendous ray of light 
and you don’t even know it.
You’re blessed with great parents, you have the best girl by your side,
you have looks, or a great mind, or anything,
but you don’t even give it a second thought that you’re special
or that you’re in a special situation.
You take for granted who you are, what you have -
you just figure that everyone and everything is like that.
Course you always get that reality check when the cloud moves.
You lose that girl, or get old and fat.
You realize, then, what or who you had, where you were, was special.

I let out a huge sigh, looked over at my sister, 
then glanced down the road, shielding my eyes.
"I have to stop thinking like this," I thought to myself as we sped along.
I glanced once more at the cloud, then back to the road
and the next thing I knew	
it was dark.....