The pavement is darkened from the nights rain, but the dawns early light reveals the breaking of the clouds, with bright patches growing slowly across the sky. On the horizon the fog lingers across the trees.  Soon a translucent puff of  darkened smoke pushes gently in front of the white. The pink glow stretched below it is swallowed up in gray, and the showers begin. Like a faucet turned quickly, they end as suddenly as they came.  A pink hue permeates the gray, and light returns. 

Like in life, change arrives suddenly. Disappointment descends. Yet as suddenly, and still predictably, God restores the joy, and we see the purpose of the rain.  

Rains come for a while but they never stay. They are outdone by the light of God that is always restored. 

When has your hope been restored, just as you thought it was drained?