Reverting to an old norm

Subject: Reverting to an old norm.

We continue to experience one of if not the best Spring weather periods on record, a record which frustrates those who are constrained to stay at home and self isolate, because they can't get in their cars to be out and about enjoying it.
Each day the sun comes up into a cloudless sky, like an African dawn which I experienced when living in Johannesburg. Each day in Joey's was much the same as the other, pleasingly warm as we left the house to drive to work, temperature rising until midday and staying hot throughout the afternoon when at 4pm, like clockwork the skies would cloud over and open up with a short torrential downpour lasting no more than half an hour and th
en stop leaving the air clean and fresh for a pleasant sun downer around the pool, the smell of cooking meat on the barbecue and the snap crack as a cold tinned beer was opened. The weather was as regular as clockwork, a Highveld phenomena for which we were ever thankful.
The contrast in the UK was severe coming from South Africa, each day, each hour of the day different, a micro climate pushed by Atlantic sea temperature and the Gulf Stream air currents in the stratosphere interacting with the colder air streaming off the Russian landmass, we are continually buffeted my Mother Nature. Growing up in Yorkshire and then knowing no different we accepted each day as it came, we ignored the weather and got on with what we had planned to do that day. It was therefore easier for me to readjust to UK weather but for my family, they must have wondered what sort hellish place I had brought them to.
I'v often wondered at the seemingly almost fetish nature of people turning to the hourly weather forecast. It seems a 'must go to' event, some sort of ghoulish flagellation as a weather forecaster describes the tormented weather fronts, the highs and the lows fighting  it out in the sky above as to what weather we can expect, hour by hour, day by day.
It's no accident that the people who describe our daily dose of wind and rain, mixed with the occasional glimpse of the sun are employed for their upbeat sunny character, their demeanour  offsets the chaos behind them on the charts, its like some sort of pantomime act whipping up the audience to laugh at the zaniness of what's in store.
But now during the pandemic and the lock down the sun comes up each day bringing light and warmth, cheering us up to make the best of our enforced 'stay at home policy'.
I wonder if the very fact that we are staying home and not polluting the air around us with petrol fumes, the factories closed, the streets empty and mankind boxed up and out of the way, that nature and the weather, revelling in its new found freedom, uninhibited my mankind's foulness , seeks a new but actually a very old norm.