Here Comes The Sun Again...

Sometimes...after the nasty, gloomy, dark clouds roll in and rain pours down...sometimes as the skies are clearing up, or even sometimes before the skies start to clear up and there are still the dark clouds looming, just hangin' out...there sometimes... comes a rainbow. This has always amazed me. I think it's the sometimes part that gets me. The rarity of it. It doesn't happen every time it rains or storms. It's rare...and that makes it all the more beautiful. It happens so seldom that still to this day, whenever I catch a glimpse of a rainbow, no matter how big or bright it may be, where I may be or who I'm with, I find myself staring and pointing saying, "Look! A rainbow!"
It serves as a great reminder that even after the nastiest of storms...something beautiful can come of it. And...the sun will always shine again.

No, I haven't seen a rainbow lately, but I was reminded of them this past week. As the pattern of life goes...there are the rough patches which are necessary for the so called blanket we are weaving...called life. But to truly enjoy the beautiful parts of life...we must endure the crappy parts...or the storms that sometimes, bring...a rainbow.

It's been a rough week but at the lowest of my low...I kept in mind that there must be a rainbow at the end. And when I see it...my, will it be a site to gasp and point at.

See...rainbows might lose their beauty and uniqueness if they appeared after each and every storm. Life isn't all rainbows and butterflies and that is exactly what makes rainbows and butterflies so...well...rainbow and butterfly-ish.

It sometimes seems impossible to keep this positive spin on things but it makes you stop and wonder how we ever get down when we have this promise? I say...screw it! I say...more power to the people who own rose-colored glasses, the constant-smilers, the stargazers, the glass-half-full people, the dreamers out there!

So what do the ones who have lost their rose-colored glasses or see their cup as half-empty do? We put on our big girl panties and deal with it. We pull ourselves up by our bootstraps...errr...stilettos...or flip flops...and we move right along. We keep going. We keep going...knowing the clouds will clear, the rain will dry, the sun will come out again and sometimes...we will get to point and gasp...at a rainbow.

...and become the glass-half-full persons we know we can be...or already are.