It has been hot here, wicked hot. As I went from site to site yesterday, I was glad for the approaching storm. You could feel it in the breeze, you could hear it in the rumbles of the distant thunder, you could smell it in the air, you could see it in the alarming black and purple clouds off to the west. The air was just heavy with the approaching storm. At one point, I was able to stand in the hot sun, watching the rain pummel the next mountains over. It was coming, it was coming. I worked on, keeping a wary eye on the sky.
When it did come, it was a dandy storm. I love thunder and lightning storms, and this was a great one. The thunder rumbled hugely, rolling from one end of the heavens to the other, and the lightning flashed. The trees whipped in the wind. The rain splattered in great huge drops. I got soaked to the skin. My shoes would squeak for the rest of the day. (There's probably some dread foot rot that I will get from walking around in wet footwear for days on end.) It was just a soul satisfying storm. The strange thing about this one though, was that I saw it coming for ages before it hit, and then even when it did hit, I could look over at the next mountains to the west, and see that it was sunny and bright. I knew the storm would not last long. It did not. No matter. It was awesome while it was around.
I drove the truck back to the shop, happy in my soul. I'd witnessed a metaphor. Not much different than life, is it? The storms approach, overtake us, and then pass by. There's always a bright patch coming right behind them.
I love life lessons.
Especially when they are illustrated by a mighty hand.