Sometimes it seems like the rain will never stop. Spring teases us with its yellow daffodils and brilliant tulips and whispers through the new leaves of roadside cottonwoods. The sun lies warmly on our shoulders and wraps us in a long awaited embrace.
And then the clouds gather and the bitter north winds dash our hopes as they drive a cold rain against our windowpanes. It feels like we will never be warm again nor see strands of wispy white against a summer blue sky.
But hope awaits around the corner.... and on the horizon. There is promise of brighter days of beauty, joy, song. The darkened clouds become sunlit then fade away as prismatic rays replace them, lighting our lives and scattering any ill moments to the wind.
There will always be darkness, but without it we would never fully appreciate the light that inevitably comes. When the clouds gather, tuck yourself beneath a cover of comfort and be patient. The new bloom awaits.