The Covenant

A week ago I wrote of a cloudburst, since then it has rained every day. I witnessed nearby floodings but by television only and am grateful that our basement is dry.
After I got off work, the security man who accompanied me to my van, pointed out what a beautiful evening it was.
I looked up and saw that the clouds had uncovered the marvel of a blue sky again. How welcome were the sights of the western yellow horizon and a crescent moon.