Last night, just as we were wrapping up in the last hour at my store, the rain began--drip, drip became a sprinkle, then the thunder overhead. before the night was over, the raindrops became more frequent--we couldn't walk in-between them anymore as they caught up with our strides. I fell asleep last night to the sound of rain hitting my windows and the wind carrying it across the rooftop. None to my surprise, the rain carried on into the morning. It wasn't until an hour ago that I noticed the rain stopped, and the sky overhead was blue and clear, and the sun was shining.
It's a reminder of all the cliches of hope: light at the end of the tunnel, sunshine after the storm, and a smile after the tears. But it's because of those thoughts we have hope sprung out.
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