Rain pours on land already soaked. Fertile fields become water-logged mud puddles. April showers and winter-like temperatures have invaded the month of May. We can choose to look at the fields in despair, or to fix our gaze on the sky hoping for a glimpse of the sun we know is still blazing there. Waiting for the brilliant sunlight to shine through the moist clouds at just the right angle to create a bow of vivid colors.
We're searching the skies for the rainbow we believe is coming soon....the promise that reminds us all will be well.
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