As I sit here Wednesday afternoon at my desk watching the rain run down my window pane, it obstructs the clear view to the outside. Alone in my office except for my constant companion, Dixie, my 4-pound Yorkie, I feel somewhat alone within this pandemic scenario we are encased in.
I reach out and grab my snow globe with the little people inside and shake it once or twice and set it back on my desk. The snow swirls around and clouds the globe for a short while. When the snow has ceased to fall, the little people are still there.
So here we are under the great realm of weather, clouds overhead, rain falling and the wind blowing. And when the weather breaks and the clouds and rain depart, we see we are still here. Ready for another bout of storminess but with the reassurance, just like the little people in the snow globe, that skies will clear again.
Lest we lose hope for the future, the weather will always be here whether stormy or sunny. We endure the dreary days knowing the sunny days of spring and summer will return. And life, in one way or another, will also return to a sort of certainty.
