The rain you resent may be giving someone else’s work exactly what it needs.

Weather arrives as a personal inconvenience, because your plan is the only one you can see from inside it. That same afternoon is being received quite differently a few miles away: a field that needed it, a reservoir, somebody whose week has just become easier. Neither reading is wrong, and yours is simply the local one. Remembering the other does not fix your day, though it stops the day feeling like an insult.

When the weather spoils something this week, spend a moment on who is glad of it. Then make the practical change without carrying the grievance into it.