Clouds rolled in yesterday and it seemed to lower many men’s spirits. The few of my co-workers that were around slowed to a crawl. People were amazingly quiet. One co-worker looked out of the window and had a face that was a touch sullen when he mentioned that rain was coming at 1PM. And that was when the rain came…the irony is that a few of our guys returned from a trip then too. It was great to see them. The foul weather was a false statement.
The rain brings life and change. The rain replenishes the beautiful trees that I drive through. It gives purpose to the people in the community garden, the garden that I run by on occasion.
I can not say that I am using this quote in the way that Nietzsche had originally had intended but I think that it meant something for my situation:
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses. —-Friedrich Nietzsche “Thus Spoke Zarathustra”.
The rain is a great thing when you think that it is. It helps to “re-vigorate”. It often washes away dust and filth.