How can the world seem so right and so perfect in one instant, then disolve into chaos the next?
Over the weekend it was raining pretty hard, and there were some great lightning display on the sky line. Just sitting there at the window, the dog trying to curl up in my lap because she is scared of the thunder. Watching the rain in the night form little rivers in the street. Hearing god's sorrow beatting on the roof, and his anger crack across the sky. Life was simple, the world made sense, and I felt truely happy and content. The next day the sun comes out long enough to dry things, and all of my worries, concerns and general missery comes back.
What is the truth hidden in a rainy night? Is it like a small star hiding from the harsh light of day? Or is it something more simple....
Over the weekend it was raining pretty hard, and there were some great lightning display on the sky line. Just sitting there at the window, the dog trying to curl up in my lap because she is scared of the thunder. Watching the rain in the night form little rivers in the street. Hearing god's sorrow beatting on the roof, and his anger crack across the sky. Life was simple, the world made sense, and I felt truely happy and content. The next day the sun comes out long enough to dry things, and all of my worries, concerns and general missery comes back.
What is the truth hidden in a rainy night? Is it like a small star hiding from the harsh light of day? Or is it something more simple....