Rain in Reston

“Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain there would be no life.” John Updike

The overcast sky dominated the day. 
The soft gray clouds blanketed the sky and lazily lingered for hours.
The rain stayed shyly hidden and teased the anxious gardener looking upward for relief.

At one point the clouds began to open and revealed some blue.
I was in a hospital and not out in the garden, and yet, I too hoped for rain.
The beautiful blue was not appreciated.

The hospital window gave us a tall and wide view of the sky.
I turned my back on this view, so as not to dwell in disappointment.

A technician came into the room looking for an IV machine.
She commented on the beautiful window view we had there.
I nodded my head and agreed with her, though I barely glanced back.

It was not long after she left I heard the sound of rain.
I turned around to see a heavy rain pouring out of the sky.
My heart rejoiced.

Eventually the rain tapered to a slow and light pace.
The gentle and steady flow of water is greatly needed.
All the gray in the sky was knitted together once more.
No threats of thunder or lightning were imminent.

The rain was reassuring to me.
I was refreshed along with the nearby grounds and gardens.