The Rainy Days
On rainy days, I wake up early and I look at my windows. Not out the window, but at the window. I see it’s dark and gloomy and it will just be a messy day. It takes a total of forty-five minutes for me and my children just to get out of bed. I have to be to work at 9 a.m. and they have to be in school by 8 a.m. We get up at 7 a.m. So can you imagine me and my children scrambling to find uniforms and comfortable clothes to be warm in? The right shoes. Who used all of the hot water! I am usually the last one and there is no hot water. Then comes breakfast. We are running really late now so it’s Frosted Mini-Wheats and milk. They are downstairs eating. I am upstairs getting dressed. We are drastically late to work and school. The three of us look forward to one thing: at the close of the day we do homework, eat dinner, and watch a little TV. But by 9 p.m. they are down for the count. Three hours later I am turning off the computer getting under my covers and closing my eyes.
I know we need the rain to water the earth, but geez! Why all day long? It’s cold wet and just so depressing outside. So, in all this chaos we somehow are able to say thank you, Lord, for another day. It’s a rainy day, but I am able to see another day.