Then comes the pouring rain beating on the roof and against the window pane.
Breeze whipping the curtains near where I sit.
I feel like saying, rain go away maybe come back another day.
If only it could hear.
There’s usually a calm before the storm, blessed bliss.
Or so it seems, only for the worst to follow in its wake.
Perhaps the thunder and lightning frightens you, so you scream and dart under the covers, hoping to block out the light and sound.
You keep on wondering when will it end or why are we having this kind of weather or perhaps you cursed a higher being for allowing the weather to ruin your day. Because of course you had things to do, places to be and people to see.
In times like these is when I am reminded that everything has a purpose.
The heat and humidity contributes to cloud formation which eventually brings rain.
Grey skies warn of the impending rain so that one can seek shelter.
The rain quenches the parched earth, the withering plants and the thirty animals and humans.
The plants grow to feed the animals and some animals provide for other animals but most importantly both the plants and animals provide food for us humans.
Things in nature often grumbled at, are things we cannot do without, unless we ourselves can do their jobs.
So the next time it rains, or the sun seems too hot, simply think about not having then at all and the consequences of such happening. Perhaps then you will learn to appreciate the weather good or bad.
“Weather is a great metaphor for life — sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad, and there’s nothing much you can do about it but carry an umbrella or choose to dance in the rain!” -Terri Guillemets