The lens poetic

There is a moment when the clouds clear and the body doesn't notice the dampness of the world. Simply glad that the rain has stopped. Savor and smile are the only orders of business, before life starts again.
If life was made of such moments alone it would be a great loss, and yet ever song is shaped by its silences. The pause between the note.
These are the thoughts at the end of rain before the sun comes out.