If you’ve ever visited Melbourne, you may be aware of our obsession with the weather. Four seasons in one day is more than just a cliché here.
But in the past couple of years, since La Nina paid her visit and ended a decade long drought, winter rains have lingered into murky grey summers, only to return another season of gloom.
It’s been feeling like one endless winter of the sun-starved mind.
With the recent announcement that La Nina is officially over, we were just beginning to believe that summer’s on its way. But then she struck again.
Without warning, in the middle of the night, we woke to a bone shattering thunderclap. The heavens opened, and there came the rain.
It poured and thundered through the morning, only to be mirrored in our collective mood. With one mind, we thought – will La Nina never end?
But then, as suddenly as the storm had come, it departed. By the afternoon, its traces were erased by gleaming sun.
Sometimes, life is like that. There are people we meet for whom winter is especially long and cruel. We witness in their eyes a never ending rain.
It’s impossible for them to see the parting of the clouds, or the shards of sunlight peering through. And yet, for us, the miracle is plain to see.
This post is written for someone I care deeply about, who this week has been lost within the storm…
For anyone in pain today, I wish you Sunshine in the Rain.
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