It’s raining on Maui and I don’t mind. The skies are gray and low, and the humidity is almost oppressive as it surrounds me like a moist woolen blanket. The birds sing quietly from their nests or covered branches, and the world waits for the rain to stop.
Long ago, I became a friend of storms. I understand their nature and purpose, and I’ve broken through to the place where I no longer seek shelter to wait their passing. I try a=to accept the storm, to welcome it and to thrive on its energy.
But today I wait, because I know that a Maui storm is brief and that the sun will awaken in this Paradise. I’m grateful for the time I am here to enjoy it. In the distance, I might even see a break in the clouds already. I don’t mind if it waits awhile.