Last week we experienced the first storms of the season. They day went from warm, sunny, and happy to loud, angry, and rainy. Winter has been long gone, but the signs of spring have yet to show. Few plants have grown, the grass was still mostly brown, flowers were still hiding, despite the warm weather.
Throughout the day, the clouds came, and the chill set in. Eventually, and as predicted, the wind and rain started, as well as the loud wrath from the Heavens. Before I knew it, I had an unsettled dog at my feet, and whimpering seven-year-old in my bed.
“I hate storms. They’re so scary,” my daughter admitted through tears.
“I know, Sweetie, but we need the rain,” I tried to offer comfort, despite my frustration with knowing I was not going to get a full night’s sleep. “Try to get some sleep. You can stay in here.”
In time, she drifted off to sleep, but the storm raged on. Next thing I knew it was morning. As I took the dog outside, the world was a little colder than the morning before, and the grass was wet. The world was quiet once before, and we were lucky the storm had passed without visible damage.
Later that day, we drove from here to there and everywhere, Ana stared out of the window like normal. “Mom, Mom! Look! The grass is greener than it was yesterday.”
“It sure is,” I agreed. “In time, the flowers will grow, and the trees will turn green. That is why I love spring.”
“The storm made the world green again! It wasn’t so bad. It gave us spring.”
“I agree. The storms in life give us spring.”
I’m not a fan of storms. They come in, often out of nowhere, disrupt our lives. Sometimes they cost us our lives as we know them. Severe storms are not welcome or wanted, and can destroy our homes, gardens, and cars. On the other hand, rain comes with them. It nourishes our ground, and when the storm is over, we have spring, another chance, and new life, even if we are forced to dig ourselves out of the rubble.
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