We arbitrarily decide which weather we are meant to have...sunny, playful, loving, stress-free, affirming, fill in the blank... and then we worry about the forecast. We plan and prepare, we fret and watch for news, for signs, for disaster.
It's gonna rain.
It's gonna storm.
There may be hurricanes and floods, blizzards and tornados. It's life. There will be ups and downs. The kids will drive us nuts and they will surprise us with their brilliance. People will amaze us and disappoint the holy shit out of us. Our health will be smooth and it will be rough. We will laugh our asses off and we will crumble to the floor crying. There will be birth and there will be death.
It's all here.
We wait for summer to set in and for the clouds of life to disperse forever. Some of us call it enlightenment, others success. Some call it the right relationship, others a hefty bank account.
The sun will shine and the birds will sing and the flowers will bloom. It's a fact. The skies will darken, clouds will storm and the leaves will fall. It's a fact.
Life is the whole experience and we can't love the rain if we aren't ready to get wet.