I came into work today and just got here when all of a sudden it started to dump rain. I mean really come down. I was on the top floor of the building and it was beating the roof like a drum. I peaked out the terrace windows and it was a solid curtain of water. I thought, man there goes the day. About 30 minutes later the rain had move through, the temperature had dropped and it was refreshingly cool.
Sometimes life is like that. The figurative rain is coming down and it seems like it will never let up. My thoughts never seem to run to "it will be over soon". They usually are like the lyrics of the song "Working in a Coal Mine": 'Lord, I'm so tired. How long can this go on?' But like today's brief storm, life sometimes lets up on me and their is a reprieve. At least for awhile. I keep telling myself that. Even though it feels like I am in the midst of it now, it will come to an end. And the sun will come out, and... well I don't know from there. That's the thing about the future, you never really know what's coming, do you?
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