Across a field of blue, a cloud drifts forward—its surface streaked with white and scattered with bursts of crimson and green, as though light and rain were woven into its form. Beneath, a vivid red frame cradles rippling layers of blue, echoing reflections that gather on wet ground.
The composition breathes like weather itself—restless, luminous, and shifting with every glance. Not a portrait of rain, but its rhythm: suspended, refracted, and alive in color.
