Jul
12
2019
Who Is This?
Posted in Faith 4 Comments
The rain was pouring down in buckets.
The familiar looked unfamiliar through the sheets of water.
I had driven these roads hundreds of times before.
I was driving the roads that take me home.
Water was rushing down the streets like a river.
It would be beautiful if I was not the one driving.
I would have liked to stop and watch the rain.
I would have liked to stop and watch the water moving with a mind of its own.