"From that day the hearts of the Elves were estranged from Men..."
-- The Silmarillion, J.R.R. Tolkien
Mostly drizzling though sometimes pouring, the weather is not what I am used to, leading me to pout and demand that my precious sun be unveiled, right this instant. Curse the cold and all its accomplices; a mere sixty-five degrees will cause my teeth to chatter uncontrollably, despite the four layers I wear. I must be pure Californian.
Yet even with the wet frenzy that is my hair and drenched pants, I encourage myself to stick it through, and cease complaining about the weather. No amount of complaining can change it--although I do admit that it is rather comforting. Nevertheless, I vow to shut my mouth and wait patiently; hardly sedentary, the rainclouds will move along to terrorise another area soon enough. The sky will clear, and the sun will shine, creating the most beautiful instance in nature.
And this one look at how the world shines, still a little wet but recovering quickly, at the light reflections off the dew on the trees, at the deep blue of the serene sky, at the whitened clouds, all the while feeling the soft breeze of the abated wind, somehow makes up for everything. To think: such a serenity could never have been without the preceding storm.
How perfectly Nature reflects Life.