Adjustments
"But there's one thing I know The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me". Song, Raindrops Falling On My Head-B.J.Thomas
Walking through our neighborhood park, I noticed a gentleman sitting on a park bench reading a newspaper. To my right, there was a gentleman lying down and listening to music. To my left, there was yet another gentleman standing and observing the clouds. Having conceded to recede,
The moon had given way to the rising sun.
The sky was blue with scattered white clouds. The sun was bright on a mild and temperate day. Tree limbs swayed in a slow-dance with the wind.
After a while, the cloud observer noticed a formation of grey clouds and respectfully warned the other two gentlemen that they should immediately prepare for rain.
The reader felt rain drops falling on his head and saw wet drop of rain prints on his paper. He then pulled out his umbrella and kept on reading. The music lover took a tarp from his backpack, covered himself and continued with his music. The sky watcher was used to rain and always enjoyed the feel of being soaking wet.
Sooner or later, we all get proverbially rained upon. For some, it will cause pain. For others, rain will force a change. Notwithstanding, there will be others who will remain the same, not adversely affected, because they make adjustments for rain.
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Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2021
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