Rainy Days

“A rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely promise won’t come true.” -Ray Evans


There is something eerily beautiful, yet woefully depressing about rainy days. The patter of water falling from the sky, creating a symphony of sounds unlike anything heard before or after its existence. But to hear those sounds, one must look upward to see it darkening. We must watch ominous, brooding clouds envelope the once bright, shining sky. The coming of rain is almost the perfect reflection of we’ve all felt at one point or another. For us, rainy days represent a time of hurt, anguish, and unmitigated darkness. A time we wish(ed) would pass sooner rather than later.

Like the growing harvest on a farm, the rain beats us down in our lives. Yet, that same rain runs down us, into the foundation that is our inner-being. The rain that hampered and hindered us eventually helps us grow into what we are meant to be. Don’t fear your season of rainfall. When it’s over, and the sunshine we hoped for has returned, the person that comes from that cloudy, dark, wet time will be better than you could’ve ever imagined.

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