In general, I don’t believe in complaining about the weather. There is nothing I or anyone else can do about it, and my time with God is usually spent having conversations like this: “God, please give me the strength not to strangle office-mate Opal when she tells me that story AGAIN!”
Still, this “spring” has been unusually irksome. Take today.
I ride my bike to work. Like most springs, choosing a coat thickness is hard this time of year, but I have learned not to be fooled. Just because it’s sunny in the morning, won’t mean sunshine on the ride home!
Today did not even pretend to be coy and just dumped rain for my ride. And all day, every time I looked out the window it was the same dismal, rainy view. Until about five minutes before I was due to go home. I was so hopeful, in fact, I stored my coat in my basket and rode out of the garage. Where, promptly, it began raining.
I got home just in time for the rain to stop. When a new concrete contractor arrived to give me an estimate, the rain started again. Just to sunshine again when he left and long enough for me to get to the park.
Once at the park, I hoped it would stay “blue sky” long enough to do a lap, but I’m not sure it would have made any difference if it had (it didn’t) because the path looked like this…
Key literally sunk up to his little ankles in it.
We slipped around the park path. And just as we got back to the car, guess what happened.
If you can’t see that, it’s a rainbow.
Well played, God, well played.