I painted this picture from my own photograph, which I took on the morning pass at the end of December last year. Israel was waiting for the first storm in history to have a personal name. Very dense clouds were already creeping in from the sea, somewhere it was already raining. The wind was crazy strong, so it was even hard to go. But over the hills outside the city dawn was beginning, the sun was trying to assert its right to announce the beginning of the day. The pale yellow sky and the first reflections of the star were already visible. But the way the sun played in the thunderclouds fascinated me. In a literal sense, a fire raged in the sky, there were all colors, it glowed and shimmered, changing its shape every second. Exactly five minutes later, which I stood and admired this extravaganza, everything got dark, as if this sunrise had never happened. Lightning began to flash. I was already running home under heavy raindrops.