So last night’s weather forecast read that there was a 30% chance of rain and thunder at around 8pm.
We had a couple of errands to run so we thought nothing of it.
The skies started to streak with lightning as we drove down the highway. Then there were cackles in the sky that were getting louder and more frequent. Things were getting really ominous.
Then, from one moment to the next, the skies grew dark, the wind picked up and small droplets turned into torrential rains. The roads became completely blurred and the winds made the car bounce as we pulled over to watch the fury. It was freaky. How does this happen? Mother nature never fails to let us know we are small and defenseless against her.
No sooner had the storm come than disappear. The whole nature show lasted maybe 10 minutes. We happened to be near the lake and took the opportunity to gaze over the water. All was calm. All that remained now were wet streets, dripping gutters, lots of puddles and the sounds of birds chirping. I just love that feeling of being outside after a summer rain storm. We could smell the calm. We couldn’t help but be washed in a feeling of relief and safety after having witnessed that rage.
I reminded myself that storms are a metaphor for life.
Things in our lives can become so tumultuous at times. Sometimes you see it coming. Sometimes you don’t.
Last night’s storm was a reminder that all things are temporary and that storms do pass.
Just as there is no season without its storm, there is no such thing as a life without chaos.
We musn’t lose the lesson encrypted in our storms. We must try to remain patient and hold on. Before we know it, it will be over…until the next storm. For now, I remind myself,
This too shall pass…