Years ago, I had a resident small frog in my yard and could always hear his happy voice when it was raining. He would gather in the downspout resonating throughout the gutters.
He had a bit of a hiccup to his joyful sound. I named him Smoothie, imagining one tough little frog serenading the lady frogs. In times of warm, dry weather, I didn’t hear a peep out of him. I’m sure if he could, he would have complained to some extent of the weather. Or would he?
We humans seem usually to do the opposite — mostly make some noise and complain. Too hot, too cold, too wet. When we are content, we remain silent, for the most part. I hear many complaining about the recent hot weather, wishing it were fall with the cool temperatures that accompany that season.
Author John Ruskin once wrote, “Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.”