The Shiver

The trees sway in the distance as the wind-swept sheets of drizzling rain meander through the countryside. Mother nature’s penchant for the extreme has shown herself well this spring season. Hot and humid followed by chilly and dry to be chased away with torrents of rain and flooded streams and roads, have been her renderings on this seasons tapestry. As possessor of perpetual Parkinson’s disease and its seemingly random expressions of unwelcome presence, the weather appears to illicit periods of prolonged stiffness, slowness of movement and thoughts somewhat heavier than when mother nature is bright and cheerful. Periods of profound pondering however, are usually followed by days less weighty, just as the pouring rain succumbs to the drying warmth of sunshine. Wet weather provides the life sustaining quench to a thirsting world that thrives in both sunshine and shadow.  Gratitude for the opportunity to soak up what’s needed during times of the downpour offers grounded roots for light that dries away the shiver from the pouring rain.