Monday Morning Sun and Rain

I know I irritate most people with my happy morning mentality, but I especially love Monday mornings. What could be better than the start of a new week, a getting back to ordered labor after a refreshing change of pace weekend? The sun cannot come up early enough. I struggle to stay abed until some reasonable time to rise approaches my alarm clock numbers.



I lift my face to the sun and sing! Out loud (OK, quietly so I don't disturb the boys). I leave for work before I really have to be there, and piddle around in my office until time to open the gates. The sun streams through the huge plate glass windows and no one is around to see me dance upstairs as I turn on lights and shake out the dust.



What a joyous day! Skies are blue, the weekend was restful, its a good day.



But the afternoon turns gray and cloudy. By three rain begins to drizzle down, coating everything in sight with wetness, leaving messy puddles on the sidewalks and forcing people to don sweaters and jackets against the chill. Some would say it is a yukky day.



But I can only see how green the grass is as it perks up from the quenching drink of rain. I see how clean the windows become as the dust is washed away and how cheerful the birds are as they splash about in their puddle baths.



Yes, into every life a little rain must fall, and we, we try to do everything we can to avoid it because it is not the sun. But rain too gives life. Without it there would be no growth, no color, no refreshing. I hear the rumble of thunder as laughter, as joyous as the silky sunlight, and capricious as puffy white clouds.



I am happy for days of mixed weather all of which brings happiness. A little of both, if you please. I will try to see life that way too. The easy and the challenging. The work and the rest. The ups and the downs. Experience it all. Wonderful!