Pink Rain

It had been a long day. So much to take care of at the end of a semester, especially during exam week when students can't work their regular schedules and staff find themselves tending to more and more of the daily details. It had been overcast and gloomy most of the day, and as I drove home for a quick bite to eat before evening seminary class, it was raining and windy.

I stopped at the corner of Orchard and Buffalo Roads, waiting for a break in the traffic, and I glanced along Buffalo Road at all the flowering plum and apple trees dancing in the breeze. How graceful and beautiful they were. Suddenly I realized that the wind was blowing their flower petals off en mass, sweeping them sideways like colored rain. For a few minutes the air was pink, then white, then pink again. I started laughing. I have never seen pink rain! But that's exactly what it looked like.

Of course, when God created the world, he very sensibly made the sky blue, the grass green and the clouds gray. No pink rain. Then I laughed at myself. If God has chosen to make the sky orange, the grass purple and the rain pink, we would have thought that normal and beautiful! Of course, God is much more sensible than that (-: