Every storm runs out of rain, just like every dark night turns into day.Gary Allan
There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul. Victor Hugo
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“It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, a shot rang out! A door slammed. The maid screamed. Suddenly, a pirate ship appeared on the horizon! While millions of people were starving, the king lived in luxury.
Meanwhile, on a small farm in Kansas, a boy was growing up.”
― Charles M. Schulz,
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Be thou the … evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. – Lord Byron
“If the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons. -Ilona Andrews, Fate’s Edge
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It seems I’ve been looking up lately. Just last week I posted photos of fireworks on Canada Day and a series of stormy clouds. The week before that, I participated in the DP Challenge, Clouds. This weekend, I amired the way the sun streamed from the clouds after the rainbow.
What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing
And what do we think we might see
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers, and me
– The Rainbow Connection
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[T]he beauty of rain is a thing often missed, I think, even by those who do keep, as they pass through this world, a keen eye for the Creator’s thoughts, embodied in beauty about them…. ~John Richard Vernon, “The Beauty of Rain,” 1863
It is beautiful when it rains far away in the distance, the bright sun shining on the mound on which you stand, and only a few guerilla drops heralding the approach of the shower towards you. ~John Richard Vernon, “The Beauty of Rain,” 1863
The crisp drenching rustle from the dry foliage of the perceptibly grateful trees… the little plants, in speechless ecstasy, receiving cupful after cupful into the outspread leaves, that silently empty their gracious load, time after time, into the still expecting roots, and open their hands still for more.
~John Richard Vernon, “The Beauty of Rain,” 1863
[Rain] is beautiful when it comes hurried and passionate, fleeing from the storm wind, hurled, like a volley of small musketry, against your streaming panes…. It is beautiful in the Midsummer, when it comes in light, soft showers, or, more in earnest, accompanied with thunder-music, straight and heavy;
when, as the poet says-
“Rolling as in sleep,
Low thunders bring the mellow rain.”
~John Richard Vernon, “The Beauty of Rain,” 1863; Tennyson, “The Talking Oak.”
But the true lover of rain…. has a deep inner enjoyment of the rain, as rain, and his sense of its beauty drinks it in as thirstily as does the drinking earth. It refreshes and cools his heart and brain; he longs to go forth into the fields, to feel its steady stream, to scent its fragrance; to stand under some heavy-foliaged chestnut-tree, and hear the rushing music on the crowded leaves.
~John Richard Vernon, “The Beauty of Rain,” 1863
Some days I love my job… while other days I feel like I’m in the “cubicle of purgatory” or at the epicentre of a circus. As mentioned countless times before, I am a church lady office administrator so I work in the “family business” with the usual list of suspects characters to contend with – some are lovely and loving, while others openly parade crazy. But I love them all.
So, on any given day, the clouds can gather threateningly all around me, competing with the sun. It is on those days that I must decide how I will approach the gathering storm. Will I rain hail and brimstone down on others, or will I extend grace instead?
I can’t control the clouds, but I can choose to watch for the light behind them.
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Back to work yesterday after a week off. The parking lot is being torn up in preparation for paving, so I had an enjoyable walk in through the stones, sand and soggy grass in my heels. Heading back to the car at the end of the day, I turned around to discover that while the sun was shining on me, it wasn’t going to be shining for long!
“But it is in storms that God does His finest work, for it is in storms that God has our keenest attention.” – Max Lucado
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