Beauty in All Kinds of Weather

 

Another morning of summer rains and another afternoon of summer heat have come and gone as August moves toward September and the beginning of Fall. As the day draws to a close, I look to the north and find that this lone wisp of a cloud is all that remains from the downpour of the morning. Light and delicate like a single stroke of an artist’s brush, it paints the sky.

Tagore writes, “Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” I like that thought very much. This cloud gave me a little taste of that sentiment at the end of a good day. Yes, the storm blew in and the rains came, but that was not all there was to the day. There was kindness and laughter. There was productivity and gain. There was meaning and purpose, even in the storm.

In the Book of Job we find these words, “God’s voice thunders in marvelous ways; he does great things beyond our understanding. He says to the snow, ‘Fall on the earth,’ and to the rain shower, ‘Be a mighty downpour.’ So that everyone he has made may know his work… He brings the clouds … to water his earth and show his love.”

In all things, in all kinds of weather, we can experience God and God’s love for us. We can experience each other. We can find beauty in all kinds of weather.

Peace.