Weather is a great metaphor for life - sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, and there's nothing much you can do about it but carry an umbrella and time is a storm in which we are all lost.

Lord Byron said poetically:

“Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life.
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.”

I’m neither a poet, nor a smart lady...

I like the wind, the dark cloud rolling over the sky like restive rams.
I like the hope of a refreshing rain ready to fight the hot army of summer.