Not only have I been living under the weeping willow, the skies above have been weeping as well. I find myself growing weary of the cold rain and the dampness that seems to reach to my bones. A good rain dweller will claim to embrace the rain but inwardly long for a nap in a sunbeam. It's the hope of seeing the sun again that keeps my sunglasses clipped to my car's visor and an umbrella buried in the trunk. Yes, the sun will shine again. God keeps His promises.