It rains on our picnics. Our friends won’t come play. The “No Trespassing” sign meant it. The movie is sold out. Plans fail. Disappointment remains.
I returned home, defeated.
As I lay on the grass listening to thunder and letting the cool drops of rain fall over me, I wait. I’ve come to expect the Pacific Northwest rain to clear my head and my heart in the same way it clears the air. Let it rain, Lord knows I need it.