Down Came the Rain and Washed The Spider Out

Rain.

I have never really liked it, but at the same time i am so thankful for it. 

Im thankful for the old hurt that it washes away. im thankful for the new things that it waters. 

Im thankful that i can see more clearly after the storm passes. 

But i am thankful also for the storm. Because in the storm is when we see who we really are. We see what we cling to and we see what makes up hurt. When the storm clears new things are brought to the surface. 

Whether those things are new or just cleaned up old things, i am learning to appreciate them. 

I dont think that i will cry next time it rains, but i think that i will just hold on tight and wait for the rainbow.