Story telling from Australia
It rained this week. After days and weeks of unremitting heat and humidity, when barely a drop of moisture fell and Sydney sweltered under seemingly endless days of blistering sunshine, rain came as a blessed relief.
At four thirty in the afternoon it was 38 degrees (again). Twenty minutes later, just as weatherman Graham Creed had forecast, a cool change ripped through the city. By five o’clock temperatures had plummeted ten degrees; almost half an inch of rain dropped in less than thirty minutes.
And not just rain; this was a deluge; a downpour; a thunderous rapturous applause of rain that rinsed the world clean outside my window and sent my spirit soaring.
Some people may have been disappointed at the arrival of rain. Maybe they thought the glare of sunshine promised a better future, brighter days ahead. Maybe they thought the sun would always shine. That orange glow above? It promises a bright future! Forget that Nature is suffering, switch on the air conditioning and let’s party! The world belongs to us! Who needs rain?
Maybe they had alternative facts about Nature.
We need rain, just as we need sunlight. Balance is what matters.
If your part of the world is suffering right now, rest assured it won’t last. The one constant is change. If you’re hidden under the gloom of grey skies, don’t despair. Frost invariably melts and fog eventually lifts. The clouds that hang over you will part and the skies will clear. And yes, it will rain again one day and rinse the world clean.
Nothing lasts forever.