Bear with me, readers. I am continuing on with my weather/seasonal theme….
It is unpredictable. One day it is.
The next it could be…
Then it changes to,
And out of nowhere it could turn
And before you know it, it’s sunny again.
The weather is funny like that. But wonderful in it’s own creation.
And then there are the storms that blow through.
Some storms build for hours or even days. Others are completely unpredictable, they literally come out of nowhere.
Personally, I enjoy the storms. They possess an energy that cannot be managed or directed.
Their path can often be forecasted. We can tell where the storm is going, but we have no way to determine its outcome.
We can attempt to predict the intensity, but there’s no way of knowing until it happens.
Until we are centered in the chaos of the unknown.
Such mysterious things. Storms.
Beautiful and destructive.
Powerful and chaotic.
Quietly gaining momentum.
I smell rain in the air.
On that note, here’s what’s playing in my head today.
Someone told me long ago
There’s a calm before the storm,
I know; it’s been comin’ for some time.
When it’s over, so they say, it’ll rain a sunny day,
I know; shinin’ down like water