Weather the storm...

While sitting on a horse, scratching its withers and wondering whether my shed will weather the weather or whether the storm will scare my wethers and bellwethers till they jump the fence in search of finer pastures and clearer skies, I get to thinkin' that:

I'll just thank the sun for comin' up again tomorrow and hope things go close enough to smooth, such that I can try and enjoy the weather for all the gorgeous things that nature is bound to put in it.

The sun cookin' the countryside such that I relish the cool spaces under the trees where I can hear the crickets discussing their chances at making a family; birds floating high above on breezes I can't yet feel, the smell of cut grass that always brings back younger years; then the wind in the trees as the smokestack clouds suck air up as they plan a hosing down for us, sometime soon I hope; the smell of rain on the air as the temp turns from raise a sweat to raisin' goose bumps; it's fresh now, almost the sea 'cept without the brine to it, and quiet, the critters know when water's coming and they get, what seems to me, a little -unexcited- about it. Not gossiping and chasing 'tail' or dinner now, but looking for somewhere to weather the storm. It's not necessarily their favourite show but they'll take up a posie and watch it. After all, the sky is nature's big screen, may as well sit back and watch the show.

When it comes it washes everything down, strips the dust from the air till you can close your eyes and *feel* the sharp edge of everything around you. Clean and clear. Your eyesight's better now, when you do look, every hillside is clearer 'n' closer than before - between showers at least.

But then the storm, the rain, goes on and on till everything starts to smell like an unaired cellar, dank and alive with things you'd rather not smell let alone touch. The rain lasting for so long you get cabin fever trying to wait out the wet rather than out and run around in it, like crazy folk do :)

Then either you give in and go plum crazy and end up running about in your orchard, where once firm paths are now strange amusement park rides that send you in several directions other than the one you planned on, or the the weather gives in and the sun comes out.. it was going to eventually it was just playing chicken with you to see how foul your temper might get wondering if your fowl would weather the conditions any better than you.

The sun is glorious, the most welcome thing in your world now, little wonder it's the preferred idol of worship for millenia. It's saving everything from ruin. Drying out the storms work, clearing your home and mind of the fog and mould that settled in.

Giving everything that life-boost so that we can all breath it in and live.
Live under a bolt of blue with a shot of bright white-yellow burning us brown and turning the green grass yellow. Dang, need that rain again or there'll be ruination..

I'm thankful that, "after the rain comes sun and after the sun comes rain again" ♪♪♪

We just aren't real sure of the when and where of it. If we were things would be boring.. there'd be no wondering whether the weather would..

.. but if the weather don't suit you, here.. now, jump the fence and find where it does, outfoxing the weather will take some work and keep you on your toes.

I can see it now... and we're all the luckier for it.

"Climate is what we expect and weather is what we get."