I went to bed seeing the world through black-colored glasses
Woke up and saw God in the cloud-covered skies.
The morning came wearing its shades of grey
Over the blue-belted lakes
It brought down the pouring rain
And turned my hands into blistering roads.
My hands bled in their nakedness against the crisp, cold air
And shrieked at the contact with water
But still I met God on this wet gloomy day.
Couldn’t see past the fog blinding my deterred vision
Nor the veil covering my narrow eyes
But still I encountered God
On the morning that was grey
He showed me a cherry blossom
Fully sprung in the youth of spring
And told me not to fear rain and its sting
For the rain keeps the newborn seed alive
And the pink brings life to the grey-painted sky.