Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

You look at a picture like this and might not see much:

I see a magnificent cloudy sky, ready to pour the rain (which I've seen six times only in one year). And this day, I remember, I couldn't reach home, before it started showering. Heavily. A very cold rain, mixed with dust. An experience for a lifetime. 

I don't see the barricades or the wall blocking the traffic, to protect the presidential palace from the people. I don't see the army cannons aimed at the people they should protect. No soldiers lined up as a menace to their own people. 

I see cars coming and going in a Friday morning. Usually a crowded street, I don't see a traffic jam. 

Beautiful!