Weather

And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.
- G. K. Chesterton

My heart soars on an overcast morning such as this. It soars right up into the slate grey clouds that rest above the land. Muted tones gather like the thick blanket above. I delight in the weather. The sunny sky is not weather. It is, rather, the lack of weather. 

I prefer weather, and to all ends, the kind of weather for walking out and about in a cosy coat and scarf, then coning inside to warm up with a cup of tea. The day is rather more interesting when there is weather in the midst. Do you ever stand at the window to gaze out at a sunny day because it draws your attention? No, but a storm will draw you to the window where you will watch the trees dance in the blustery wind, and the heavy water drops falling fast. 

Even without rain, the clouds swirl, gather, form shapes, and shift from moment to moment. If sunshine slashes between a few clouds, the result is dramatic. When a rainbow shows up, it draws our gaze. We nudge our companion to look at the beauty, the promise that God leaves for us. We want to share that, and even during a torrential rain, we share an atmosphere of coziness with others.

I can always count on Chesterton to provide the words that align with my thoughts.
But all good manners must obviously begin with the sharing of something in a simple style. Two men should share an umbrella; if they have not got an umbrella, they should at least share the rain, with all its rich potentialities of wit and philosophy.

- G.K. Chesterton