Seasonal Complexities

Comprehension must become somehow
dulled to atmospheric and weather nuances
wedded to the season. Computational
skills halt at percentages of predictability.
Daily weather reports and alerts seem
to defy understanding. Summer has
arrived, releasing people into the out-
of-doors and nature's little tricks of
teasing nonchalance, throwing in a day
of clear skies juxtaposed with another of
continuous rain events simply makes life
much too exasperatingly complicated.

Life in summer's casual lanes requiring no
thought to protect tender humans from
dire elements of weather lays to rest
constant cold-weather concerns. It is now
summer. Full stop. We will brook no
inconveniences, nor lend an ear to forecasts,
let alone give credence to the visual proof
of reality brought to the fore by thunder,
lightning, cloud bursts and tornado warnings.

It is only the faint of heart, the ninnies, the
hesitant who equip themselves with rain gear
as they venture into the outside, forsaking the
comfort and shelter of interior architecture
of a civil society. They represent a decided
minority within a largely countrified society,
proud of their independence, their stalwart
unheeding demeanor in the face of nature's
temporary adversarial assaults. Not for them
the cowering surrender to umbrellas and
rain coats; feints for the sadly urbanized.

The locals dart about in resistance to wind,
rain, warnings of sleet, cold days. Keeping
firmly in mind yesterday's full sun, ambient
heat, gentle breezes, that only carefree summer
days can bring. Out they issue from homes and
vehicles, shorts- and tee-shirt-clad, sandals
and bare limbs turning quaintly purple-pimply
with cold-and-rain exposure, hair matted and
glistening with ball-caps, shoulders gathered
inwardly-protective in a warmth-futile effort
to stave off chill. They're tough, not given to
snivelling weather constraints and complaints,
meeting sour weather head on. Yes, they're
rough, tough, oblivious, and proud of it.