It all goes wrong, plans are falling apart, it was a disaster to even get out there… and then the rain starts.

There was an expectation of what it would be and anything that could be redeemed is countered by the storm. Maybe this was just a bad idea from the start with no hope of success.

When the rain starts, dance in it.

Accept it as the new plan with the anticipation of the storm passing (and it always does).

It may not be what was expected, but it’s still being treated as a welcome memory.