It was raining pretty hard today. It was brilliant. One of those cleansing kinda rains. So needed.
I’m on my bike heading to a volunteer meeting and the rain has let up, but in my mind, I’m sure that when I get out it will be pouring.
The meeting finishes and I make that remark that I’m sure it’s pouring outside right now and the ride home won’t be as sweet. I was already late for the meeting because the rain was too fierce. So I go outside and wait for a friend who was also in the meeting and it’s spitting outside, about the same as when I arrived. My friend comes out and we walk and chat and hang out for a few minutes in the park. We are about to split and I realize it had stopped raining. In fact it was so clear and remarkable. I hugged my friend and said this was a good omen.
I need to realize that there are times, in life, when it stops raining.