Both of my girls are asleep, I’m eating ravioli, no lights are on the window is open, and guess what else? It’s raining outside…It’s not only raining, it’s pouring. Thinking of something far more relative to this present situation, is pretty appealing. I’ve thought about the things that I’ve prayed for in the past and not viewing the actual aspect future, of not knowing how it would take affect onto my life. Will my dreams actually rain and pour unto becoming true? Some of the things I did pray for have became true, and so did my dreams.
When it rains it manifests into becoming a full blessing, that was just awaiting in disguise. I prayed to be married to my love one day, and look…my dream is continuously raining and the showers have gotten heavier, because we are almost to our mark of completion. It will soon pour the day I become a “Mrs. Wilson”. Oh my goodness, how the words just flowed within my windpipes…The rain only poured on its scheduled day for the sun to shine brighter in the evening.
The day it poured was when my God answered my sacred prayer to him, sincere only for my love. It rains and pours onto visions not despairs…The pours on the envy and the happy hearted, what will drive out first? When it rains it actually pours onto my secrets prayers, that has now blossomed into life eternity. When it rains it pours only for the sacred hearted that yearns for beauty that’s covered in dust.
