It's true. I was in the papermaking studio today and decided to walk back over to Alum to heat up my lunch. The walk over was not bad. Sunny, albeit muggy. Typical summer day. The two minutes-- and I really mean two; a handful of seconds to walk in, one minute 30 seconds to heat food and another handful of seconds to walk back out-- that it took for me to walk out the front doors of Alum, it was raining. Not just any rain. It was that hard, thunder looming in the background, dark skies kind of rain. As suddenly as it had come, it left leaving sunny skies once again.
Fickle.
Someone once told me that I was fickle. I remember being offended. Indecisive, yes. I could attest to that but I never really thought of myself as fickle. The word always held a negative connotation in my mind.
But if the weather is considered fickle than it can't be all that bad. That sudden rain shower brought with it the refreshing smell that rain so often leaves behind. It subdued the humidity that was hanging in the air. It brought water for the plants. It gave me a moment to sit and think as I waited for it to pass. It had all the potential to be detrimental but in the end there were nothing but positive results.
So if fickle equates to a summer rain and a summer rain equates to all of those positive outcomes then I think I'm okay with being considered fickle.
It was just one persons opinion anyways.
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