Photo by Katy Belcher on Unsplash Lost keys. A fairly straight forward path taken to and from work. Dad lost them and was stretched for time to search. So I offered to look. The clouds were dark and threatening. Time was limited. Light was diminished. Determined as I was, I was unable to find them. Walking back home feeling rather disappointed that they may be lost for good. The storm pressed in. Lightening, thunder and a heavy beautiful rain, bringing the refreshment the earth needed so desperately. It didn't last long. The sun broke through the clouds. Bright and beautiful for the last hours of the day. And I noticed the way the rain had made everything shine when the rays of light found it. A stirring within. A recognition. Rain had watered the earth and left it's mark, illuminating everything the sun touched. Sparkly and fresh. The search must continue. As the storm that sent me hiding, now brought about what