Squinting.

i've been trying to write poems.
but everything comes out in pros.
HAHA.

She stared at the sky, barely able to open her eyes. Squinting. Blinking. The sun was peeking through the clouds. Just a tiny bit. Squeezing it's blinding rays through the white puffs. Slowly, she opened her eyes more. The light was weakening. No longer squinting to gaze. The clouds moved, creeped towards the light. The rays thined. Lessened. Soon, she was staring at the clouds. Her eyes wide open.