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.