A whole new kind of beauty

A light summer rain, A restless brain, but even with that i can find peace.
There is a beauty surpassing nearly all the rest,
as i sit facing the west.
The clouds become lined with gold,
looking at them will never be old.
I will not move from the setting sun,
because i will not miss a moment, not even one.
As I sit weaving this rhyme,
the sun lingers on the horizon, for a bit more time.
It changes to a beautiful hue,
while taking one last look, a look at you.