Seasons come and go, marking time and defining activities. In the deep south, seasons are somewhat anticipatory but it is the daily weather forecasts that are so elusive and often explosive.
The blistering heat and oppressive humidity of summers are defining factors in our activities and it comes as no surprise to those who have been sojourners here for even brief amounts of time. But it is the potential daily thunderstorms that are so elusive to predict and often explosive and damaging.
Seasons come and go in life, marking time and often defining relationships. From the deepest, most intimate of relationships, one can anticipate acceptance, affirmation, and contentment that protect against conflict, sorrow, trials and pain. But it is the potential daily thunderstorms that are so elusive to predict yet so explosive and damaging.
The thunder booms overhead, an ominous signal to the one listening. The lightening crackles like frayed nerves. Hail pelts down in the torrents of projectile words. The winds of hell-bent wills gather strength and force their way through. Rain, once seen as nourishing, now comes rushing by in an angry, bitter deluge. Storms may last but a moment, but even so the damage may take a lifetime to repair.