The clouds prepare for battle In the dark and brooding silence. Bruised and sullen stormclouds Have the light of day obscured. Looming low and ominous In twilight premature Thunderheads are rumbling In a distant overture...
All at once, the clouds are parted. Light streams down in bright unbroken beams...
Follow men's eyes as they look to the skies. The shifting shafts of shining weave the fabric of their dreams...
