I'm sitting up in bed, in the dimness of my room, watching it rain out my window. Its making quite the patter, sounds a bit like mini galopping horses. Anyway, I remember my mother telling me when I was little, during storms, that thunder was God and the angels bowling and rain was the angels crying. (Did the angels lose the game? Is that why they are crying. Lol it was comforting as a child) At any rate, if every rain drop really was a falling tear how heartbreaking would that be?
But, we know that rain makes things grow, so, there you have it, beauty even in heartache. Purpose even in sadness. No tear wasted.
But, we know that rain makes things grow, so, there you have it, beauty even in heartache. Purpose even in sadness. No tear wasted.
