Skygazing

It happened by chance

I went to the terrace

A cup of coffee in my hand

Met some friends there

Started to talk

And then stopped short

Staring

Gazing

At what lay beyond

The first thing I noticed were the drops

Falling softly

But determinedly

From the darkening clouds above

Landing on eyelashes

Cheeks

Lips

The coolness refreshing

Adding to the calm

From the wind blowing through my hair

Healing

What, I don’t know

But healing

For sure

Next came the sun

Emerging from behind the clouds

Breaking free of the barrier

Unleashing its power in the west

Glowing orange

With steaks of red

And maybe yellow

Forming a colour I can’t describe

But soothing

Radiating energy

Mixing with the drops

And so we turned our heads

Looking for the streaks that should have appeared

And there they were

Streaks of colours

Strengthening over time

Until one end to the other

Became clear

As though someone had used a compass

To draw the perfect arcs

And just looking at it

Smiles broke out

As they always do

No matter how old or young

And as I stood there

Caught between the sunset and the rainbow

Feeling the wind and the raindrops

I felt it

The calm

The beauty

The wonder

Where purpose didn’t matter

Where frustrations evaporated

Even if it was

Just for a moment

A few fleeting seconds

Because time didn’t matter then

Nothing mattered then

Except being there

In that moment

And feeling everything

That feeling of being alive