I see flashes of lightning through thick stained glass gothic windows and hear a low rumble of thunder on the other side of the vaulted wooden ceiling. Still wet from the outside, I close my eyes and smile in my pew remembering the golden sun of yesterday at Spears Woods when I first closed my eyes and felt the warmth of the sun penetrate my face.
The sun, which had been hiding for days, was worth gold to me on that day.
I am happy when it rains and I am happy when it shines. I have learned to appreciate every phase and not take for granted one single moment.
Let's Paint Nature! 
Lovely painting and description1
I love how you took a drab, bleak scene – and brought it to life! Wonderful!
jwms1: Thank you very much!
Ruth: Thanks! Maybe I but too much emphasis on the sun…but what a wonderful sun it was that day!