Edge of the Cloud

Sitting on the edge of a cloud as it passes by.
Below it, not up in the sky.
Relaxing sore muscles, watching the sunshine rain.
Not poetry, just a part of the day.

"I'm looking through, a hole in the sky."
As I've heard it said.
The rain passes by,
As heat returns in it's stead.
And I'm aware, experiencing, consciously in the moment.
It makes me happy to know it.