One Rainy Day

One day it was really nice out. It was a beautiful, warm day. One to make you smile, one to give you cheer. It was great.

But then...

Then came some wind, fierce and strong. The clouds began to cover the landscape in a dark, gray cape. Like a ghostly old blanket, flying through the September sky.

Then rain fell.

It suddenly became a cozy day. A beans-in-the-crockpot, tea-drinking, cuddly kind of day.

The blanket has been tossed across the sky

The trees blow about in the wind.

The piano beckons to be played in the cool dimness. 

The 4-plex wears a solemn expression as the storm descends.

Last glimmers of light to the east.

The pantry holds an unusual stillness. 

From the basement window. 

A drop of rain hits the pain. 

More are quick to follow. 

Until the window is drenched in the watery substance. 

Cooking-beans fill the room with an unforgettable aroma. 

And just as quickly, the sun swirls about in light, casting its glimmer onto the shimmering road below. 

Puddles reflect what they're meant to reflect. We should reflect what we're meant to: Jesus. 

Just another storm in the life of a reflector.