Today is Good Friday. Supposedly it is also Earth Day (not that I care).
Here the skies are cold, grey, overcast, and raining. I prefer it this way; nothing is more incongruous than a bright, sunny, Spring day on the anniversary of the saddest event in the history of the world.
To me the coldness recalls the chill of the tomb in which Our Lord lay. The Light of the World has gone, symbolized by the veil of clouds over the sun. The rain that falls are like tears from Heaven, or like the whole world mourning for the innocent Lamb that was slain for our sins.
The world is a dark, cold, and lonely place without Him. At the church, the tabernacle lies open and empty; you can feel the desolation radiating from the place. Or perhaps more accurately, you can feel the lack of His presence.
Christ has died ... and it's all our fault.
Mea culpa. Forgive us, O Lord.