The Passing of a Storm

 Sunday evening storm clouds gathered and the rains came forth.  And forth.  And forth!  It rained so hard I couldn't see my car in the parking lot just a few feet away.  It rained so hard that the already saturated ground rejected the offering and cast it up onto the sidewalk and the steps and nearly into the front door. But then the rain abated and eventually dwindled to a sprinkled drop or two as if God's hands were wet and He shook them to get off the last drops.  And finally it was gone.

We were left with the most amazing clouds and the softest of colors.  Those colors, if I could have captured them, would have been the ones I would choose for a nursery.  Soft blues and pinks.  It was just a whisper of a color really, not even a full blown color.

A rainbow was birthed by two clouds and if you look closely you can see the very beginning of it peeping out and beginning to wind it's way down, slowly, ever so slowly.

And then the rainbow was gone and the sky glowed.  It was as if the light we saw was an echo of some other light somewhere we couldn't see.  Perhaps it was a preview of Heaven.