Y’all should’ve seen me nearly running across campus this afternoon trying to save me and my wig from the heavy rains and winds that Accuweather assured me were on their way. I launched into full panic mode when like clockwork, gentle drops of water bounced off my forehead. They arrived right on time at 5 p.m., just like the forecast said they would. I didn’t need to review a forecast to know something was coming though. Before my brisk walk to my car, I looked out my window and saw the clouds moving in like I was in the Upside-Down and knew it was time to pack it up.
The day was mostly cloudy, but at one point this afternoon I had to close my blinds because the sun was bussin’. Atlanta lives to play games; one minute you fear you got stuck in a tornado, the next it feels like a beautiful spring day. It’s been abnormally mild the last few weeks and as much as I like for the seasons to act the way God set them up, I’ve enjoyed 65-degree weather in December. I’ve been told by the powers that be however, that late fall gon’ get some ack right tomorrow and we’ll begin to experience more seasonal temperatures, like lows in the 30’s đŸ˜©.
Why all this talk of the weather? It’s an analogy, obvi. Today I almost got stuck in the rain without an umbrella, despite having watched the news, knowing it was going to rain later. I thought I’d be able to get out of the office and be in my car before it even looked like rain, but I got caught up in a conversation with co-workers that slowed me down. Thankfully we (me and my wig Naomi) made it to the car in one piece. That’s grace! I knew what was coming, didn’t prepare for it, but still escaped unscathed. If it had not been for the Lord our side, where would Naomi and I be? I’ll tell you, somewhere mad I had to dry and restyle my wig and mad at myself for not just stopping to pack an umbrella this morning.
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