Weather Report

With evidence to back it up, it would seem that the following weather pattern has ensued. The mornings begin with a bright sunshine. Muted and golden, at first. The sun rises just before 7 am and it rises with heat already intact. The humidity stains the atmosphere and grows more intense as the sun shifts higher into the clear sky that seems washed clean from the previous evening's storm. Birds chirp at the sunshine and the grass is a deep green. Mossy nourishment is evident down each historic street of my neighborhood.

As the morning hours wan, friendly looking clouds begin to appear against the solid blue. Soon, though, more clouds join and form larger groups of puffy clans. A few hours later their presence becomes more noticeable as their whiteness shifts to a deep grey. You notice a breeze begins to blow, and it has an urgency to it. The clouds look fatter, billowing with rain. That sky might tease you for hours, or it could swoop in quickly. No report could tell you exactly what will occur each day, but you will know when the sky is about to open when the wind blows like squalls, relentless like the sea, and thunder accompanies the lightning strikes. 

You can hold your breathe, for the next moment the sheets of rain will burst out of the heavy clouds, and any glimpse of bright sky will be profoundly covered by curtains of rain that no longer tease, but soak, and the thunder sounds its power right above you

It is at this time that it is most advisable to remain indoors with a good book, some tea in a large mug, lit candles, while sitting near enough to a window to watch the storm between pages.

It could be 15 minutes later of 4 hours later that the storm eventually clears away. But when it does clear away, the sky will suddenly open up to a sunset that draws attention to itself by way of dramatic colours reflecting onto the leftover darker clouds. Bright shades of pink and orange will look like paint on the tips of clouds all over the sky. One may have the sense that we are on a different planet for the hues of light will cast glows of crimson and tangerine.We begin to imagine ourselves as part of the galaxy full of stars and planets from simply looking and noticing the display of beauty set before our eyes.

And this. This is a daily occurrence. How can we ever feel that each day is not a gift?