Sunset Storms

Is it not intriguing
The beauty in the light of a storm?
The contrast, a sculptor of precision.
The heavy clouds attaching us with its dew.
Like a puppeteer attaching its strings,
Ready to be the master of our emotions and memories.
Is it not intriguing of a day of gloom and grays,
Then quietly, and patiently an evening that shimmers?
The same light, the same color burning so violently beautiful now,
In a horizon of truth and comfort.
Is it not intriguing
That is the same light in the gloom?