The day has been a matte grey of stuckness. Rain has been driven at speed to plummet in great waves of temper and the skies are in need of friendly replenishment to lift their beaten spirits. Soft hues of pink start lick the edges of the furling masses, silently responding to their needs as the sun bursts forth with it's last glowing rays for this day. Light undulates amongst the contours as the opaque becomes layered and its energy is felt, at least enough to make the surface breathe. The warmed tips entice the clouds to relax and part to make way for the hidden vibrancy of blue to be seen - even if a little briefly.
Maybe there's a hidden vibrancy everywhere, it just takes a little work to let it be seen and felt.