Storm clouds

We walked briskly in the sultry air. Overhead the sky was a deep blue. But not far away billowing cumulus clouds were overlapped by black sheets blowing in the wind, and presently, as we turned back, we heard deep rumbles and claps of thunder. We were told that the neighbouring city experienced a wild hailstorm, but we were warm and dry.

So often in life we see the black clouds. We hear the thunder. But the clouds dissipate or blow in another direction, and we remain in the blue warmth.

Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof, as the KJV puts it. Each day has trouble enough of its own. Don't worry about tomorrow. Note to self.