Thunder held hands with the sun today.
I woke up to a booming sunrise
and I wish I could only explain to you
about the heaven that kissed my eyes:
an aura of gold and gray that defied every color in the spectrum,
lightly painted brush strokes,
every cloud a mess yet perfectly placed in correspondence with the sun.
And the sun--
higher than it should've been at 6:54 AM;
no wonder why claps of thunder welcomed it.

Even though I'm a Catholic,
looking out of my dusty shutters
transported me into a Greek god type world,
opening my options to all the other gods that helped create such
a marvelous view
not even eyes can comprehend.

There has never been a better way to wake up.