A Testament of Hope

The rain has fallen very heavily today. The sky is a dreary gray. The mountains are shrouded by threatening clouds. Would it be mental to admit that, contrary to most, this sort of atmosphere makes me happy?

Because it does.

Rain moves me, inspires me. I hear it patter on the sidewalk, on the fallen leaves, in the puddles, and I smile. The sound of rushing water, the knowledge that the storm is cleansing the earth, making things grow, washing away the dead and dirty.

Nighttime is like that as well. Bleak, gloomy, shadowed. And above are glistening stars, like a testament that states with surety: hope shines no matter what, cutting through darkness, ultimately stronger--

--A testament of hope in these times of darkness the world is facing. Such symbols of strength stand as beacons for all to see and follow. Like the clean rain falling from darkened skies, or the stars that pierce through the night, there is always hope, always courage, always a way.

That is, of course, the reason our Father in Heaven made them so.