The sun began to set on a day that started with cloudy skies. Darker clouds were starting to form where the light streaked across in the distance. We hurried the kids inside because it was past bedtime and the day had been the kind of one we all wanted to disappear.
The house was finally quiet and my mind could not settle down. It replayed all the events of the day and would not take a moment to just be.
Frustrated I picked up a book to zone out and put my mind at ease.
Somewhere between a reasonable time and a way too late one, rain started to beat down on the roof. It brought comfort and some sort of acknowledgement that everything…everything from the hours before needed to be washed away.
The thunder shook the room and I wandered to check on the sleeping children. Their faces were peaceful as they snored. I hoped they were having the kind of dreams that would let them wake up with smiles.
Lightening lit up the hallway as I made my way to the bedroom. I prayed that it would be the kind of night where my head would hit the pillow and sleep would come quickly.
The window had been left open just a bit. The drops were starting to slow down just like the thoughts racing in my mind. I took some deep breaths and remembered when my 5 year old kept asking why does it rain? My reply was always so things can grow.
Why does it have to storm is the question I wanted to ask someone.
Tomorrow I hope my answer comes in the shape of the sun and rainbows even if it just to bring smiles and hope all around until the next storm rolls in.
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