Light lurks behind the dense clouds, trying not to let its glow become dulled by the overwhelming fug. The layers are too thick, too well-packed to find a way through. It wants to make the sea warmer, to make the wave tips sparkle but simply cannot. So it loiters with intent, willing the clouds to break just enough to let an elbow of brightness into a nook.
Hours pass and the glow has dulled, bored by the waiting game. The wind picks up and makes everything shiver, but the clouds thicken with no intention of letting any other hue exist today.
They've made an error though, the layers are packed thickly but nearer the ground on the mountains. Thousands of feet up, the clouds are thinner. Still grey but more susceptible to the stiffening breeze and a tiny veiled break starts to show. The light bounds upwards, losing colour in the effort but pure white rays begin to seep through the notch. They wheedle their way up so that long luminous shards spasm like a huge flowered firework in the sky.