It rained at the dawn this morning, so by 7 AM the sky was still pretty cloudy and dark. I walked to the Forest Park and noticed the wet tree trunks were extremely dark in the woods. Light had trouble piercing through the thick foliage and I could only see it glimmer on some leaves between tree trunks. I immediately set up by a trail. Halfway through painting, the sky cleared up somewhere and the first ray of the morning sun shot across the clearing in my foreground and made it very poetic. Even though it didn't stay for long, I caught enough in my memory to include it in the painting.