The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow

by Lauraine Alberetti Lombara

She heard the drumbeat of the rain, heavier than the light touch of a soft downpour against the window as she lay in bed; comforting covers warming her body, while her leg muscles twitched in spasm. The train to Boston passed by, muffling the intensity of the rain as it clanked over the rails.

She thought she should be out with her friends right now, having a good time since the hour was not late, but she was too content to stay indoors, dry and safe.  Tomorrow should be clear, sunny and warmer, she remembered hearing on the TV earlier in the evening.

"Oh, save me from becoming the person who can only assess the reality of the day by comparing it with the outcome of the weather forecasters", she mused.

So as not to deal with the overwhelming angst of the world- politics, war, other fears dwelling on the insignificant was appealing. Thoughts about the mundane-leg cramps, raindrops, weather reports-clouded her mind as slipped into sleep.

She would awaken to a new day, just as she had heard in the song from "Annie", "The sun will come out tomorrow..."