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Sunday, August 16, 2015

Bad Weather and the Fog by Carl ToersBijns


Sometimes, we think of bad weather as death and decay as if it is the time of day we mourn for the sun. Like a bad day, nightmare or dream, we refer to bad weather commonly with the words bleak or despair as if it brings us feelings negativity and darkness
It often brings us a general bad feeling of infectious moods or ill tempered emotions that rise to the top whenever the darkening clouds gather and rumble their thunderous sounds. An east wind blows, the foul weather comes and goes as we watch the fog lay itself down and then dissipate slowly into the thin air in front of us.
Many days have started with darkness as many nights have been covered with the whiteness of a soft layer of clouds that create a fog or misty setting we have to overcome to find our way through the night as it retires to bring us the welcomed sunlight.
In a stroke of luck, we see a glimmer of sunlight penetrate the fog as it slowly reveals what has been hidden for some time now. Exemplified by the bad weather surrounding us, it reflects mood swings, symbolism of the dead, and the theme that sadness is around any corner we need to turn as the streets are filled with pain
The mud, the rain is used to clean the soul as well as destroy the evil or wickedness of mankind that has lied, cheated and superseded by species who strongly suggest that bad weather is filled with pestilent feelings
Bad weather along with the fog, brings new faces to the earth as it shapes a new beginning and signals the end that is filled with theories of evolution and revolution by men who died fighting for what is right
No floods, nothing out of place as we keep pace with the human race, and sometimes we waddle like ducks out of water when the water rises high, and the thunder and lightening brightens up the sky
Bad weather brings us a primitive atmosphere sometimes filled with fear, only you can imagine what it brings when the fog lifts and the view of the trees around you are seen clearly once more.
The fog is everywhere, it dances with the pestilence of man and all sinners, as it darkened the houses and brightens the heavens above its lofty clouds lying so low to the ground.
The rains created the waterfalls and rivers; there is plentiful moisture but the river remains stagnant as it waits for the sun to come out and bring back the life of this earth before the earth has a chance to decay any further as the storm passes slowly to flush out the mold that has grown in the moist and dark places where man never looks.
Thunder and lightening, the sleet, the snow and the rain sing a song that only the homeless can understand and endure to survive this precious gift from up above. A pauper’s cemetery flooded with death, a lonely widow praying by the head stone on her knees asking forgiveness.
The soldiers at war, seek shelter from the storm and as they sit there waiting for the clouds to lift to face their enemies, they see a thick mist of death obscuring the reasons why they are fighting and how their time is stretching into a indefinite period of time and wrath, as it never rose above the earth as darkness falls too often.
A casket, driven by a team of horses, draped with a flag of the
stars and red white and blue is lowered to the ground to be put at the gate of heaven for the deeds well done and honor earned. In vain, the family looks for understanding, as the hours tick away, they silently pray and walk away to never see their wife, husband, mother, father, brother or sister relative forever
Like a ghost, the dead walk freely and unbounded through the fog and numb to the world, they seek to find peace in the rain as it falls to the earth with gentle drops between the torrent wind driven rain that can destroy or heal a heart that is broken.
The idiom of bad weather covers life, death and sorrow; it covers yesteryear, the present and tomorrow. Once lost, now found, the grace of God is inside you as you walk on the softly layered snow so thick your footprints sink deeper and deeper obscuring the filth, the dirty ground below as the much as the fog does hiding what surrounds you.

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