the rain began to fall, beating hard and fast on the windshield. i got home and barely greeted jim. i had to get to the gas station, not for gas but newspapers. two of them: the city paper and the local favorite that put sports and opinion on page one. having to buy it again--for the classifieds i'd hope not to need again--was another insult to my already injured ego.
the tears welled up in my eyes and spilled down over cheeks, flushed hot with anger and exhaustion. i was so very tired of the loneliness and the waitressing and the small town that didn't have enough room.
i scanned the living room for my wallet and caught a glimpse of the sun through the glass. through the rain.
there had better be a rainbow.
i stood out on the deck and looked at the sky, daring God to provide.
i do believe. help me overcome my unbelief.
shared with the gypsy mama's five minute friday. prompt: "five years ago"
