The stormy day to every life must come. And under the covers you may for a moment need to hide.

Thunder, lightening, and rain, why did you have to come and ruin my day? The rain like my heartbroken tears to fall is bad enough, oh if only from the bang, boom, and flash this pillow of mine could hide.

Yet as trying as these days of storm and rain may be, it is from the storms of life that the spring flowers find the water they need to grow.

I love spring flowers. They bring a smile to my face and a song to my heart. If the rains of life must fall, I am so glad that it can be transformed into the flowers that make my heart glow.