All weathers nourish souls

The child remembered how when she was a very little child she had sympathized with the grey sea.

The blue sea was a happy sea.

The green sea, when the waves thereof tossed themselves and roared, was a triumphant sea.

But the grey sea looked anxious.

So the child was sorry for the grey sea.

Grey weather she abhorred.

Something of this feeling was with her still.

Grey weather was not among the things for which she gave thanks.

Then God her father said to her:

All weathers nourish souls.

                                                                                                                    Amy Carmichael