Peeks

Look at the cloud, how it cries like a grieving man. Thunder moans like a lover with a broken heart. Now and then the sun peeks from behind the clouds like a prisoner hiding from the guard.

As we wake up in the morning, the Sun peeks over the horizon to shed light on us, blanket us with warmth and provide cues to start our day.

From beneath the white, shaggy eyebrows, from the deep eye sockets, a pair of good-natured, mischievous eyes peeks out.