With the rain comes hope

As the rain drops create a ever flowing river on my window. As I wait for the rain to stop falling in @CapeTown. There’s something about the rain that creates a certain senerene. Is it the sound it makes as it races down my front window or is it the idea of how soaked I would be if I had to retreat from my dry and safe haven of hope.

Think about those who don’t have a dry and safe haven to retreat to. Their havens have become the little piece of dry tarmat under the neighbourhood bridge, the abandoned shop on the corner and the gigantic tree branches from the only tree in the park.

No matter what the universe throws at you, if you have a home you better off than half the world. As I depart from my haven, I am reminded that with the rain comes hope. Be forever prisoners of hope …

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