Hope

The child stood and rubbed her hands on her dirty skirt. Her hands were no cleaner when she had finished. The soil still clung to her skin in dark stubborn streaks.
The daily rain had been a blessing at first, but now her parents wondered aloud when it would stop. Her father looked with furrowed brows at the weather page, and grumbled about ruined crops and new bank loans.
She looked around. The glowering clouds hung heavily over her, making her scowl in response. In the sandbox, a unicorn with a matted tail lay sadly in the muck, and Barbie's faded pink limousine was hopelessly mired. Her tricycle was too far away. There was nothing to do out here.
She tipped her head up for one last look, and a joyful glint of sun met her eyes. The little girl's eyes sparkled in response. She dashed for the house, where her smiling parents met her at the door.

Pro 12:25 Heaviness in the heart of man makes it stoop, but a good word makes it
glad.
Pro 15:30 The light of the eyes rejoices the heart; a good report
makes the bones fat.