A quirky trait about me is that I really enjoy watching the weather channel. Weather fascinates me. I love watching people “hunt” weather. It’s always changing yet always the same. It’s predictable yet unpredictable. How do you hunt something like that?! Nothing is set in stone. Except, perhaps, that you cannot trust the weather man, he will always be wrong.
One of my favorite weather forecasts is when they announce that sometime during the night there will be a “stray thunderstorm”. A stray thunderstorm. Like what it got lost and it’s trying to find its way home? Or what it’s passing through and you’re telling us so we can be prepared with treats? I don’t get it. Yet I love it. It makes me think about life....Often stray little storms blow into our lives, cause a little chaos and excitement, and then blow right back out. The problem is, we are then left alone to clean up the mess. When those storms blow through, they do so quietly and stealthily. This way when people walk by you sorting through the rubble they can ask “What happened?” and try as you might all you can come up with is an intake of air, a falter of words, a shrug, a sigh, and then a confused “I don’t know”. You can sit and ponder the reason and meaning of your storm for days and still come up with nothing. That’s the point though. What causes stray thunderstorms to happen? How do they get off course? And why did they pick this particular spot to stray to? Maybe sometimes trying to find answers is not the key. Maybe sometimes you just go with the flow and dance in the rain.