The dark grey clouds fill the sky
As if painted on in child-like lumps
They take on an orange hue, reflected sodium light from the never sleeping city
It looks more menacing, as if the sky was on fire
But it also looks more beautiful, barely moving like an artwork of the gods.
From time to time the clouds part and the moon shines through
casting is pale light onto the pale canvas
The scene takes on two tones
It is a magical scene, all to be gained simply by looking up
From crawling city living
To the wonderous scenes above.