What a lovely morning! I woke up to the crashing of thunder. Why do we call rainy days gloomy? Because they`re what? Grey? And often rainy? Because of terrible storms that may come? Or may not? That is what we are often afraid of. That is all because our definitions have been twisted. Wind turns into a crushing wall, rain into little beads of sharp cold and often hail. The grey is black and the terrible storms are always there, ready. Whatever happened to a whispering wind, a beautiful waterfall of rain from the sky? Or regal blacks and storms that give you a reason to cast our fears on the Lord? Is this so ugly?
Sometimes I find grey days dull and spiritless, but more often, exciting and gorgeous. Thunder is a fear I have had past years ago. Now it is one of the most majestic, humbling sounds that has rung through my ears.
I love discussion. I savor it. I enjoy hearing others’ points of view; we gain understanding from them. What do you think about rainy days? Perhaps you find them breathe-taking or maybe you don`t. I want to know why, what you love about it and why. Why you dread or dislike rain pattering on your roof. There are so many points of view that are just waiting there to be heard. And then we may both gain a better understanding.