A path of positivity

Pummeling precipitation on my wooden window pane waxing and waning in it’s precarious plight now and again . such a thumping thud of thunder, a powerful pound,  piercing my senses with that deafening sound . yet as I listen to the willpower of it’s sheer beckoned bravery, how on earth can one think that something so musically melodious is uncannily unsavoury?

Yes I know heavy rainfall pouring from the sky may cause complications with flooded regions waist high . but natural disasters are Mother nature’s happenstance, her unusual, rare occasional chance of catastrophic circumstance . totally unexpected and out of humanities control thus creating calamities unpredicted to a living soul . tho I understand the capriciousness of the wavering weather, I absolutely love listening to a deluge of downpour with storminess altogether . as long as I am in the comfort of my own homely house sat cozily in contentment within our lounge with my spouse

So whilst Wintertime weaves its wonderments of fickleness fluidity I shall not giveway to groaning at it’s wildness with brutality but I will welcome what lies ahead in the knowledge that Spring shall rear her colourful awakening with the swallows on the wing . just around the corner and beyond a path of positivity there looms the light at the end of the tunnel from the wrath’s of Winter’s negativity . I can wrapup warm with hood on my head with my wellington boots and trudge my tread, through the puddles and passageways on my countryside haunts and embrace the Wintertime’s changes with the withering flaunts