Dear Weather,
So full of surprise, mystery.
So unpredictable.
We try to catch you, master you.
We draw curves, we put you into tabs, charts and statistics.
We reduce you to numbers and probability.
But at the end you are the one who choose.
Either we go with your flow or we fight you.
Either we take your manifestations as a gift or as a threat.
But I know that the happy man will be the one who will be free of any idea, anticipation.
The one who will be able to see equally a drop of rain or a sun beam.
The one who will be able to welcome you as you come and enjoy any opportunity for renewal.
Om Shanti.
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