Coming home from a day of drama, I felt consumed by a petty argument – its original purpose now forgotten – and I wondered if I’d see a truly good day again. Because for two weeks, it has been nothing but one thing after another. And they all came at the most unfortunate, yet perfect time. Just as I was settling into my new job.
I don’t think it was mere coincidence that yesterday, both my former roommate and my boyfriend said to me after seperate discussions, “The cliche is true – when it rains, it pours.”
And pour it did. Driving down 522, going home after a long commute from downtown, the rain was falling hard. I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw lightning flash in the distance behind me. Dark clouds spread across the entire sky and my windshield wipers made a terrible noise, desperately trying to scrape away the rain which blurred the highway.
Alone in my car, alone on the road, I wondered to myself, “I wonder if God is looking at me right now…” And like magic – pure, wonderful, rare magic – I watched as the dark clouds smiled and released a rainbow that spanned the width of the highway about 50 yards ahead of me. I stared and felt a rush of relief as I drove through it, suddenly realizing that yes, God was looking at me. And then, everything else just didn’t seem to matter.
PS. Hah! I bet you thought I died.