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Raining Umbrellas

Raining Umbrellas

Preparing for Possible

Warderwick Wells

Exuma Land and Sea Park
April 12, 2015

A foreboding sky, dark clouds on the horizon and 20-knot wind gusts speak volumes to sailors. Yes, but preparing for scattered showers, a drenching downpour or deluge, a monstrous  monsoon? Threatening weather is whether or not it is a sneak preview or a coming distraction.

Certainly any threat of an impending squall usually prepares crews for its arrival. Whether sprinkle, shower or soaking, one just never knows.. Even when ominous clouds and sudden gusts suggest a nasty storm's approach, some pass over not yet ready to douse their wind and rain below.

The amazing thing about water drops is that they always take the path of least resistance.  For humans it’s exactly the opposite.
— T.S. Spivet - The Young and Prodigious (2013)

Crews may reef their mainsail and roller-furl some jib...shorten sail in anticipation of increased velocity, greater waves and possible changes in course direction. Sailors often don their foul weather gear so they can keep dry. They may even close holds or batten down their hatches so their bunks stay soaked-free below deck. The oncoming clouds may signal a change is coming whether all those on board are ready or not. 

If we are paying attention to our situation,  circumstances often prepare usif But does a weather front get us ready to react? resist? respond? relax? play? How do we respond for possibility is often our first task.  Do we change as a storm or low pressure moves towards us?  Do we move to protect ourselves? Do we embrace the change? Do we struggle to accept its impending imposition in our day? Do we dread the confrontation or rejoice? If we can view an approaching storm as a body-washing, global-cleansing refresh button our perspective may just whet our appetite, feed our souls as well as move our spirit.

As a squall approaches, I often enjoy preparing for its challenge.  Gusting wind / temperature changes have an exhilarating to me.  I enjoy the challenge of responded to all the challenges it brings around me.  Because I have to adapt to the circumstances, I often have an opportunity to experience the situation differently than just letting it happen to me and my boat. I find myself enjoying how this renewed energy charges me. I actually look forward to weather changes. 


I remember my father being aware of an upcoming storm and alerting my brothers and me to close all the windows in the house. It felt a little like Keystone Cops fire drill with a mad dash to  beat the first  raindrops. I still rush to close a window, but now days I never feel a storm or father is controlling me. So what if I get wet? So what if I have to make some sail changes in a downpour? Letting go of some reactions can be freeing and fun. 

Any approaching storm carries with it human associations. We humans can fear, accept or embrace any situation. It is we who often determine our experiences; not the other way around.

Macbeth's response to the news of his wife's death and the ironic foreshadowing of an impending storm brewing against him is fatalistic way viewing life.

"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

Mystique outruns a western squall between Nassau and the Exumas.

A child filming some clouds raining umbrellas?

I recently came across this abstract wallpaper design above and it made me wonder.  I imagined the artist suggesting profound thoughts.  Cloud interpretations are always fun...as are works of art...if they attract our notice, they may provoke our sensibilities and stimulate our imaginations. They might even create a brainstorm of ideas and possibilities. They may invoke PLAY.

While all of the photos in this post may suggest a significant approaching squall, significant rainfall. In fact, other than a few raindrops, the wind only momentarily howled like a baying hound barking at the scent of a nearby fox.

A line squall approaches from the west while Mystique is moored at Warderick Wells, Exumas

Raindrops keep falling on my head>
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling
So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he' got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are falling on my, head they keep falling
But there's one thing i know
The blues he sends to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long 'till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Crying's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothing's worrying me.

Burt Bacharach

Not all of us like to have a surprise shower...it may depend upon whether or not we are prepared to weather the change!

Ego Wakes, Sound Waves

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Satori Sailing

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