Cycles of capricious, changeability

And after the rain there is a rainbow such a colourful archway in the sky . eye-catchingly incredible Mother nature’s mocking wry . isn’t our weather wonderful whilst we never know what we are going to get, one minute our yellow ball may be shining but in the very next minute it can be wet

Never-the-less we cannot change the que sera sera of what will be, will be so we have to make the very best of what lies ahead from the elements uncertainty . tho we need the water and the wind just like we need the sizzling sun yet each serves us better in moderation without the need to overrun . the great British weather is like the skepticism of life dodging the raindrops and thus avoiding strife . to such a degree that we travel to find the heat simply to make us feel better and to keep us upbeat

When the weather becomes miserable in our winter woe of withering we don our suitcases with our sun tan creams to prevent sizzling blistering - are we ever happy with what the weather throws? our wonderment of just what to wear with our multi- layered clothes - but with the unpredictable weather aside our seasons are absolutely sensational, cycles of capricious, changeability so inspirational