What Was That Sound?

This morning, a strange sound woke me. At first, I didn’t recognize it. It had a nice ring to it as it plunked onto something metal outside. Another noise over-shadowed it, a soft rumble. Aha! Thunder! Rain. At last, it was raining.

Now, the morning is still dark. Rain has stopped, but the clouds promise more. An intrepid runner just jogged up the hill. Grass has miraculously greened again. All is well.

Something about the morning, whether it’s rainy or not, brings a sense of hope. The evening and the day before may have been tiring (although mine wasn’t) but in the morning, a new day dawns with new possibilities. Mornings are nice but rainy mornings are even better!