As I sit here at the computer I have the windows wide open and I am enjoying the soft sound of the steady rain as it hits the rooftops, rain gutters and the ground. The streets are silent as weary workers sit at their dinner tables or are plopped in front of the TV, trying to leave the stress of the day behind.
I peek out my window and I can't help but stare at my flowers - all over the yard - looking like a symphony of color - all separate by themselves but living in harmony.
I can't help but think how much we are like flowers. We start out as seed and we grow as we are watered. Many times in life we are not watered and we hesitate to get water for ourselves so we stagnate. And we lose our colors and our leaves and petals begin to droop.
We dread the rain in our lives but without it we would never see a rainbow, we would never get the growth that we crave.
I listen to the rain and I smile as I feel my spirit being watered.
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