A Parable of A Storm
A couple weeks ago I got caught in a storm. Not while I was out driving around. Not stuck in the grocery store while the rain passed But stuck out in the storm. While on a walk. Over a half mile from home. With Andrew in the stroller. Earlier in the morning I could hear thunder. I could see the dark clouds in the South. But it was 7:30am. And it never rains in Tucson in the morning. And storms are fickle; they quickly dissipate, they "rain everywhere but here," they thunder but don't rain. Not to mention that my brother-in-law's house is at the half-way point along my route; a safe refuge. But none of that mattered. When I passed Ted's house it was still calm. When I got back to the main road it was sprinkling. I started jogging a little, hoping to get home. Pretty soon the rain and wind was coming at us hard. Soon Andrew was wet and crying and cold....