If the sunny day is excitement, the cloudy day is a well earned chance to rest the eyes, the soul... to daydream and breathe in a calm reflective mood.
On cloudy days, in that soft filtered light, my soul-song becomes more loud and confident. It is as if in those sweet moments I am able to self reflect all the better, that in reality is simply because I am listening to it all the better.
The cloudy day lifts my spirits heavenward, for I am already imagining the sound-massage of rain upon the rooftop.
What could be better, amid the wintry wind that blows my hair into artistic swirls, than the brilliant rays of sunlight the clouds conspire to let through?
The cloudy day is her joy, for those passing white blossoms of the sky bring the transitory shade she loves. Upon the sidewalk she is as a happy butterfly beneath a tree canopy, passing from bright sun to mellow hues.
Sun-kissed white clouds blossom in the blue, free to fly with the wind. In the long horizon they take on silver hues, those deeper graphite tones that promise good rain.
The cloudy day brings brilliant whites and hot silvers to accent the blue.