It rained every 4 pm for 4 days since Sundays. [img]smilies/frown.gif[/img]
But it seemed like God knew I'd be grumpy if it rained on Thursday. I visited one of my former professors on Thursday (I was actually asking for a favor...and the other faculty ended up asking me a favor, too! Imagine that!). I was waiting for her (my prof) to finish the letter I needed from her, and it took her for about less than an hour to finish. Within that span of time, I was worried that I might come home all wet (the winds are a menace). However, when I turned around to see the windows, the semi-closed blinds showed an orange-red lit tree branch, and the gorgeous rust-colored light was fighting the blinds to come in. When I finally got the letter, I walked out of the faculty office and into the hall. The hall had all the doors one side of the wall, and the other side was just half concrete and half windows.
The sky was a mix of pink and light orange, and the clouds looked like pink cotton candy strips. All of a sudden, a groups of birds flew across the view. And below, the buildings looked pleased to be parched, smiling at the setting sun, relieved not to hear thunder nor to see lightning, and most of all, thankful, as I was, that it did not rain.
It's just one of those things that makes me feel closer to God more than I ever.
[ October 11, 2002: Message edited by: Neferchoirwen ]
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