The sun clouds my vision like a glare upon the window it shines it's radiant yellow beams into the depths of my soul bringing me false hope of perfection
Then...
The rain comes showering down upon me I stand under a canopy of trees and yet it still seems to find me.
Why is it the rain reaches where the sun dares not touch, and my soul is cleansed of all falsehood?
Cleared mind. Lightened Heart.
I Love the fall weather <3
