It should come as no surprise that weather is fickle. However, based on the fact that my students complain about it as much as they do, and that they spend an inordinate amount of time telling me that the weather is very predictable in their countries–they use words like absolutely and definitely, but I just can’t bring myself to write that down–perhaps this is a surprise.
As for weather consistency, that isn’t the way things work in my part of Canada, and probably in all parts of the Great White North. I can see my students’ point. If I cannot accept weather as a consistent, why would they accept it as completely inconsistent?
What has sparked this rumination? The beautiful summer day that was Sunday, has given way to a rainy Monday. Yes, there are moments of sunshine, and moments when the wind isn’t so chilly.
As for me, I accept it as it is. I listen as the rain drops make unclear music on my awning. With the window open to take advantage of the slightly less chilly weather, I can hear it as clearly as the birds chirping. It’s almost rhythmic sounds lulling me to sleep. The landscape, so green now, is getting a good scrub. On a day when I didn’t have to work, it certainly is Today’s Perfect Moment.