My week was a dud. I cried myself to the point of exhaustion for four days straight. I cried both about people and life in general. I felt as if I just need to let go.
Wow, it’s raining outside, I suddenly noticed.
Without a moments hesitation, I threw open my front door and ran out into the pouring rain. I danced and twirled, feeling as I never have before. With my entire body soaking wet, I sighed to myself. It wasn’t a sad sigh, as I have had the past couple weeks. It was a happy sigh. A sigh of contenment. A sigh that reassured myself that everything was going to be ok. And, as if a reassurance, I looked up into the sky and saw a beautiful rainbow jutting out from the clouds. Again, I sighed.