The Rain

In a flower bed there are beautiful flowers
They are standing up facing the sun
They are happy
people admire them
They know God put them there to help people
Then a storm approaches
The flowers are nervous
The storm knocks them down
After the storm they lie on the ground
They look defeated
Then God sends the sun
They began to stand up
Soon they are more beautiful than before
and they understand better

a story- written a few months ago

“Good day” said the king, “I have something for you”. “I’m giving you colors purple, yellow and blue”.
”The purple will cover an oversized chair”. I said to the king “Oh, I can’t sit there”. “Don’t be silly”, said king “you’ll fit it just fine, remember the purple has always been mine”.
”With yellow the walls will radiate light”. “oh, king I’m not sure, it may be too bright”. “Don’t be silly my child, this yellow is for you”. “Now quickly lets move on to the blue”.
”The blue is electric it holds you in place, it’s firm and supporting, and it resembles my face”.
With that the king went away in a snap. Once there and now gone, I felt strangely alone.
He left me feeling confused but ALIVE. “what should I do , how can I survive”?
I’ll embrace the colors the king gave me with love and I’ll use them wisely with guidance and help from above.