but not because of the rising sun
but a huge flame seemed to crown above a home
where dwelt a man,
ordinary as he might seem
but belonging soon to the circle of the gods,
stood still in bewilderment.
The yellow hue radiates everywhere
making the sight a spectacle to behold.
The eyes of this beholder
glued to where he stared
and as much as his eyelids endured,
didn't blink so as not to miss a moment
and every part of his body seemed frozen
for he was unable to move a muscle.
He never saw something like it before
and he thought he will never see again.
He couldn't believe his eyes
and he just couldn't get enough of the sight.
His thoughts went ablazed
just like the fire that he thought he saw.
With doubt in his mind,
he thought it over and asked,
"Is this for real?"
Then wondered if he was still sleeping
and in the state of dreaming.
But he knew then that he was wide awake,
sane and sober and in good health.
Few minutes before,
a bath refreshed his body all over,
and renewed his whole being.
What he was seeing was real,
and not an imagination or vision.
He realized it was just a cloud
coming from the east,
drifting across the sky mostly to the west.
But it was like a huge flame
coming from the dragon's mouth,
flowing excessively to threaten its enemies.
It was a cloud he saw first time,
and he thought it would also be the last time
for things like that only appear once in one lifetime.
He thought the gods never let a man
witness miracles or wonders twice in his earthly sojourn
unless the Most High wanted to.
And that very time he knew it was a cloud,
questions flooded his mind and overflowed,
too many to take note of.
And two things he asked over and over to himself;
"How could a cloud imitate the looks of a fire
when the day was as ordinary as any day,
with the sun shining in its usual way?"
and "How could a man possess those eyes
that can see clearly the wonders of the gods
when they play around with the elements of the earth?"