Embrace the Gray

As I drive through city streets, the cold gray sky warms just enough to scatter rain over sheets of snow and ice. Warm enough for rain, yes, but still cold and wet and miserable. The blur of passing cars reflect on freezing asphalt, chilling my senses, numbing all sense of hope. At any moment I threaten to sink into a dark seasonal depression.

But then I remember to accept the rain falling on my head, for hardship waters the green grass of tomorrow. I embrace the gray, and find freedom from despair.