God's gift and me

I used to like rain.

I thought it was romantic. You can do anything in the rain and it would be cute. Dancing in the rain, kissing in the rain, being under an umbrella in the rain, etc. Right now though, it's not that pretty anymore. It's not pretty wearing black pants that are soaked from the bottom up. It's not pretty juggling an umbrella and bags and your mp3 player all at the same time.

It's as if God is crying.

Yesterday, as I got off the express bus and walked toward my house, I couldn't wait to pass by my favorite tree. The last time I passed by it, the vibrant pink flowers caught my eyes. It was like God's gift to me, to be able to see such an amazing sight. It was different. It was unique. It stood out. It was mine!

But yesterday all the pinkness was no more. It had already turned colors. It was green just like any other tree in the neighborhood. I felt like God was taking away my gift. It was raining that day.

How silly of me....üä