As the clouds part, sun rays peak out from behind and beam down from the sky up above
Beams of light reflecting off the tiny particles of moisture in the air
When this happens, it reminds me that so much of what is real cannot be seen with the eyes
Whenever I notice this occurrence, I think of God
That God is always there in the air surrounding me, even touching my skin like the tiny water particles
Only I can’t see it
But if I’m quiet enough, still enough and aware enough
I can feel it
Sometimes it’s more pronounced, like a droplet of rain bouncing off my nose or catching me on my eyelashes
Sometimes it’s as subtle as misty morning air brushing by my cheeks
But when the clouds move in and the sun rays vanish into grey skies
Always
And especially when I forget it
God is there with me
