Hope vanishes like the steam
that rises above the road after
a hard rain on a summer day.

As the rivers of rain overflow
the banks of my mind, I
remembered reading that

hope waits for hope when
there is none. In that instant,
my heart longed for what my

mind couldn’t see; I wanted
to see what hope sees. Instead,
my tears mixed with the rain.

“Why can’t I see the sunshine
after the rain?” It was then that
I understood that only hope can

see beyond the storms of life.
Hope is the sunshine of my
tomorrows after the rain.