All day thick and cloying,
wearing the dark weave of sky like a hat-

Suddenly
lashed back into
sun smeared cloud edges-
all rimmed and swollen,
orange on blue.

And then fushia pink and dazzle 
hit full-pelt

It was as if just your thumb pushed through. 

Immense glory of a finger,
blocking the promised grey into 

sheer light.