Stormy Weather

“I like to hear a storm at night. It is so cosy to snuggle down among the blankets and feel that it can’t get at you.”
― L.M. Montgomery

Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you’re aboard, there’s nothing you can do.
Golda Meir

(ominous clouds as tornado sirens howl on a stormy Sunday Georgia morning / Julie Cook / 2015)

“. . .Life is bare
gloom and misery every where
Stormy weather
Just can’t get my poor self together
I’m weary all the time
The time
So weary all the time”

2nd stanza / Stormy Weather


There’s nothing like listening to that beautifully melodic and mesmerizing voice of the one and only Lena Horne.
I loved / love Lena. . .
Ms Horne was born to a generation of singers who sadly have come and gone.
Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Etta James. . .
Soulful storytellers whose beauty and life’s trials, as well as their gift of song, could stir the deepest of emotions in even the most casual of listeners.

Lena Horne defined both class and grace.
Although being born in Brooklyn and spending most of her life in New York and Pennsylvania, Ms Horne spent a good bit of her childhood living in Fort Valley, Georgia—of which I suppose lead her to acquire that markedly distinct sultry southernesque drawl she’d call upon for wooing audiences and movie producers alike.

Today’s weather is a fitting tribute to the woeful lament Ms. Horne made famous, Stormy Weather.
First performed at the famous New York Cotton Club in 1933 yet a song made immortal when performed by Ms Horne in 1943 in the movie of the same name. . .

“. . .don’t know why, there’s no sun up in the sky. . .
Stormy Weather. . .”

I didn’t need Ms Horne however, to remind me of the current weather condition as the early morning wail of the tornado sirens was sign enough.
The sirens wailed, the phones buzzed with alerts and the television was rife with the warnings of impending doom. . .as in “SEEK SHELTER NOW!!!”

Luckily the “rotation” the doppler radar was indicating was remanning up in the clouds and thankfully had not descended to the ground.

It was to be on this tumultuous Sunday morning, as it is on many Sunday mornings, my husband was to treat me to breakfast out. As in I wasn’t going to have to cook it. It’s the only morning he’s not at work. As in he’s actually home. And of all the little treats in life. . . it’s breakfast out that I enjoy most. There’s just something special about heading out on a lazy stress free morning to some inviting little restaurant or tiny cafe, as the heady scent of bacon mingling with fresh coffee greets all at the door.

And so it was on this stormy, springtime morning I was to be treated to a nice breakfast out. The only problem was that an impending tornado was in the middle of my path to bacon and pancakes.

The weatherman on the news was zooming in on a fierce looking storm hovering about 5 miles south down the road from our house. It’s amazing how they can pinpoint storms with such vivid accuracy. A Tornado Warning had been issued, the sirens were wailing and my stomach was growling.
We waited.
I peered out the windows.
The rain beat down.
No lightning thank goodness.
I hate lightning.
No winds.
Just black skies with torrential rains.

All of which got me thinking. . .
How often in life are we excited, full of anticipation, looking forward to something special, when suddenly, out of the blue, we get blindsided, we’re thrown a curve ball, we hit the proverbial bump in the road, we hit the wall? There’s a glitch that rears its ugly head in our best laid plans. Our assumptions for a complete follow-through are not what we had expected or anticipated.

Rather than savoring the smooth sailing toward a treat, a reward, a trip, a special event, a magnanimous moment we’re faced with an impending storm, a train wreck, a disaster, a detour. Our attentions shift, our guard gets up, plan B must be implemented, and we hunker down.
We wait.

And as it so happens with the worst of storms–the rains fall, the clouds lighten, the winds shift, the energies exhaust and the dangers pass.
With or without repercussions.
At which time we emerge bleary eyed, nerves shaken, but resolve in tact.
We’re ready to proceed, to continue, forward.
Maybe we have to pick up a few pieces along the way, maybe our plans are delayed. . .
yet nevertheless our eyes remain fixed. . .fixed on our hopes and dreams which remain down the road where we had yearned to travel in the first place.

So on this new morning to this new week, may you keep your eyes on the prize. . .
whatever that prize may be for you. . .
May you remain prepared for what life may throw in the middle of your travels
And may you remember that we all have stormy weather at some point in our lives
but that the storms will always, eventually, pass. . .

7 comments on “Stormy Weather

  1. Nicodemas says:

    Just amazing! What wonderful words, and I love Lena Horne. Sometimes the storms are rough, and we have to wait. Maybe we won’t have breakfast at all, and by lunch time we settle for a grilled cheese instead. But we learn and grow, even though we (I) hate the fierceness of the storm at the time. Peace.

    • Thank you Nicodemas—yes, sometimes, breakfast becomes something else entirely—the weather this time of year can be so unpredictable, not only stormy but down right dangerous— what does amaze me however is our fortitude—for those of us of faith—that is what we cling to during the raging storms—and the determination to press on, even in the wake of at times disaster, is a testament to that faith—
      blessings for a calm sunny day—

  2. Hi Julie!! Love your post! We had the same weather but we had some lightening and hail. The hail was about nickel size and hailed for almost 45 minutes. The hail covered the ground like freezing rain. Big Hugs!!

    • Oh my gosh—I hope nothing got dinged!! and that your roof is intact!
      oh this wicked weather!!!. . .
      I’m thankful ya’ll are safe—I’m just hoping we can start drying out as about the only growing here is mold!!!
      Hugs Michael —
      Oh, by the way, how are the plate chargers drying out? don’t forget the coasters 🙂

  3. We are find, thank you!!! All the tree leaves, shrubs leaves are shredded and the hosta are all done for the year. The hosta are the worst. I was worries about the roof but it looked fine but I plan to check it out closer tomorrow. Today was our 8th day straight with rain all day except Saturday morning we had sun.
    I checked the Walnut rounds today and the moisture was 2% less than last time I checked, so they are all around 13 to 14%. I have made you two walnut coasters, they are also drying.
    Debbie bought a few more bottles of the olive oil last week, they arrived on Sunday. I couldn’t believe it when the US postal truck drove up – on Sunday!! I asked and she told me they have a contract with Amazon to delivery on Sunday so they deliver all packages. We love the olive oil! 🙂

  4. I love Lena Horne too and this has always been one of my favorite songs. Yes, tornado season is upon us here too. I’m glad you are okay. I enjoyed your post and pray that you are hit by any tornadoes this year or any year for that matter. Hugs and love, N 🙂 ❤

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