Between the Sun and Storm

It has been raining a lot in Florida. As in people are making references to building an ark like Noah kind of raining a lot. This morning as I was out for a morning jog, there was a mixture of sun and storm clouds mingling together in the sky. The ominous, dark, threaten clouds inching closer, slowly taking over the sunshine. What a great metaphor for life. So often in our lives things are going great. The sun is out, laughter is easy, and life is good. Everything seems to come up roses. Food tastes better, the air is sweeter, and you think about writing poetry. Suddenly, the metaphorical storm clouds roll into life. The refrigerator breaks, the same week you hurt your back, the same week that neighbor, co-worker, annoying person whose voice is like nails on a chalk board comes into your life breathing all over things. In short, the rain comes. Suddenly, things are NOT so great. Your stomach is in knots, you feel flustered or frustrated or flummoxed in some indescrib