Poetry about the beauty, heritage and history of the Blue Ridge Mountains of western North Carolina appear on this blog.
Monday, July 6, 2015
After days of rain in the Blue Ridge Mountains, I wondered if the sun would ever shine again. Everyone I met complained about the rain. They complained because the fireworks were cancelled at many places during the Fourth of July. They complained because they had to stay inside, couldn't enjoy picnics or a parade. How God puts up with us humans complaining, I'll never know. I even added some complaints myself into the mix.
God is faithful. The sun peeked through the clouds, blue skies spread a tent above the earth, and I was amazed. The sunflowers lifted their faces to the heavens and drank cups filled with sunshine. I ran outside and got a good dose of vitamin D. What a blessing to see the sun again.
Darkness just has to flee in the presence of light.