A few weeks ago we had one of those rains where it seems like the whole sky opens up. Trees bent under the weight of it. Birds scurried to find shelter.
Every living creature seemed to realize the need to stay dry except my dog, who I inadvertently left out while running errands. She just laid there sopping wet, hanging her face when I remembered to let her inside.
She had a huge covered porch where she could stay covered, but she chose to take a cold shower.
Afternoon came and the rain stopped but the storm clouds stayed. I drove to the bus stop and was struck by the scene around me.
Trees and flowers and glowed against a backdrop of stormy sky, their leaves all sparkling and wet. It was beautiful.
The dark clouds provided a canvas that illuminated creation. Living, thriving. Not in spite of the storm…
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