Sunbeams

As the sun slowly made its steep climb over the horizon,
we sat together on the wet grass,
marveling over the beautiful shades of pink and orange.

The light was pushing away the darkness of the thunderstorm from the night before.

And just like that,
the rain had stopped and the sun came back,
shielding us from the ominous depths of darkness.

And just like that darkness was being pushed out by the light,
our anger was being pushed out by the coming dawn.

As it encroached upon us,
we stood and embraced in the light.

Shadows of trees and clouds bloomed into the flower field around us,
and golden light danced across our faces,
casting us as part of the beautiful painting that sat before us.

The vexation we had been so focused on completely evaporated as we were in one another’s arms,
unyielding and strong in the sunlight.