June drabbles - 16

It was after he lost his job that his closed his eyes. Why look at a sky that’s too far away to reach? Why look at trees that won’t offer shade, or flowers that refuse to bloom? Why look at grass that only grows ever fatter on your lost labors? Or at streams that flow to unavailable dreams?

Why look at friends and family who mourn your guilt and sigh in sad despair at your failing skill?

But the raincloud caught him unawares. The sun peeked round its corner to warm his smile. Then he found himself tripping over miracles.