the ray of hope

the low rumbling sound of thunder,

the flashes of daylight brightness from lightning,

the cold raindrops thumping against the windows,

as if they were made of rocks.

the hunched posture of those evading rain,

it's like everything's gone wrong.

but wait,

the thunder is just there to show how the voice above giving guidance,

the flashes of lightning gave me a glimpse of which path i should choose,

even in the suffocating darkness.

the raindrops are there to protect me with its comforting rhythm,

the assuring melody of keep going on.

and the hunched posture,

well, it's just a reflex of protecting myself.

i will have to straighten up again,

for i know, God created us to stand straight,

to be brave even there are burdens way too heavy for the shoulders.

oh,

there,

behind those dark threatening clouds,

i saw a ray of pure sunshine.

so divine is the ray of hope.