The sky was heavy and low. My windshield wipers brushed furiously at the dense rain, but they were only moderately effective at keeping the windshield clear. How long had it been raining? The ditches were full. The retention ponds were full. The sides of the road were lined with puddles. The ground was completely saturated, and yet more rain fell. Though every vehicle on the road had its headlights on, I couldn’t tell what time of day it was because the sky was darkened by the waterlogged clouds,. I turned onto my street, which didn’t look like my street, and drove to my house, which didn’t look like my house. I drove up the driveway and pulled around to park in the back yard like we used to do at home when I was a kid, hoping the ground wasn’t so soft and wet that my van would sink into the turf.
I woke up with the sound of the windshield wipers still ringing in my ears. It was light outside; not a cloud in the sky, but visions of rain remained burned into my mind.
Good things are happening. Amazing things are on the way. May I have eyes to see and ears to hear.