This morning was a gray sort of morning.
The sun was hidden behind the clouds.
Rain had fallen sometime in the night
leaving evidence a storm had been at work.
As I drove on 421, surrounded by shades of gray
ahead
faint but visible colors arched over the morning sky
it was a faint but definitive reminder of hope
that God keeps his promises
that things will not always be gray
on days no rainbow can be found.
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