As a child, I cowered from the sights and sounds of a thunderstorm, but as I’ve grown I have learned to appreciate them. I love a good thunderstorm, the sky grumbling all around me, the flashes of lightning and the downpour drumming the roof overhead, and the windows splashed with raindrops. The smell in the air – I actually enjoy opening the windows during a storm, the dripping from the petals of drenched flowers – I run out to snap a picture or two and the branches swaying from the heavy winds – I’m both amazed and a little afraid at the ferocity of wind.
Grey skies, stormy weather, a sunless day are all a good reminder to me to learn to live with what is given to us, to make the most of what we have before us. I remind myself that while I love the sun shining on my face, a soft breeze blowing through my hair and the bright colors of a clear sky, it can not always be this way. Weather happens. And I now remind myself that while the skies may seem dark, dismal and dreary overhead right now, it isn’t always like this. I can take a gray day because I know that the sun is still shining beyond the clouds and that those clouds will break soon enough. The sun will shine its brilliant light upon my face once more.
I love a good storm. The power of nature is awesome and reminds us of how small we are in the scope of the world. Yes, it also reminds us to take what comes in life and tomorrow will likely be full of sunshine and fresh breezes.
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I can relate Lisa. I grew up on a farm with a tin roof and we when had storms they were very impactful. Great Article. Thank you for sharing.
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