When Is There Hope?
Monday Prompt: Fresh rain brings hope
Life
For me, with actual rain, there is nothing like the sun coming out to play after the rain has stopped. The rays so intense on the wet pavement it’s hard to look at the road without sunglasses to shade your eyes from the glare. Like spring mornings, it brings me hope that winter and rain will not remain the constant for all time.
Too Emotional?
For myself the rain is my tears. Tears of anger, hurt, sorrow and pain. When they dry up. Sometimes I’m left with desolation, I am not seeing the sun. It takes a while for the sun to come out and play. There’s no need for sunglasses because my tears are all dried up. Nothing left for the sun to heat, to leave a mist rising from the damp asphalt.
The hope happens after the tears are all dried up. After the reason for the tears has been processed. Once the thinking mind thinks again, lizard mind going back to sleep (until the next time), then is the sun able to make its glorious appearance.
Hope
I’m grateful for the tears that come because of hope. Because of happiness. Sometimes feelings are so strong the only way for my body to process them is through tears. Those are the best tears. I don’t mind crying for joy, even though I might feel a bit silly. That’s when the sun comes out to play. It never even hid itself away, it’s so bright all you can see are rainbows.






