Clouds of Ambiguity

The approaching storm clouds bear portents of ambiguity. Destructive downpour or replenishing bounty. Too much or not enough. All at once or in measured portion. Feeding floods or flowers. The dark skies thunder in their absolute power and make neither promise nor threat. And yet.
It has been said, "Expect the best. Prepare for the worst." It is a fine line, though, between pragmatism and paranoia. Whether we are grounded in hope in a broken world, or operate out of fear in a world full of possibilities. We can look into the turbulent skies and say, "Thank you," or "Why me?"
It's worth a moment of reflection. It will make a world of difference when you are either digging yourself out of the mud or arranging a gorgeous bouquet of fresh cut flowers. While either scenario may be your tomorrow, neither resolves the ambiguity within which we either hope or despair.