When we are the midst of the storm,
we tend to grovel of how unfair it is,
praying out to God,
asking why He makes us
withstand such difficult ordeals.
But when the clouds lift, we forget
to give praise to the one who
made the rainbows reappear.
God has the power
to tell the rains to stop,
but He does not until
we have been soaked just enough
to become malleable for change.