Discouragement is like a scorpion in your shoe; it takes courage to toss it out so you can move on.

Moisture falls from the sky, cleansing the world and sustaining precious life. But it's the gloom—the cold, dark air—that receives notice. We fail to see the miracle of raindrops through our own tears.

I settle into my imagination so that I might be someone when the real world tells me I'm no one.

As ofttimes as it rains on my little spot of earth, you'd think I'd grow accustomed to the gloom.