There was once a farmer who, after a poor crop, complained: "If God would only let me control the weather, everything would be better, because He apparently does not know very much about farming." The Lord said to him: "For one year I will give you control of the weather, ask for whatever you wish and you will get it."

The poor man became very happy and immediately said, "Now, I want sun." and the sun came out. Later he said, " Let the rain fall", and it rained. For a whole year first the sun shone and then it rained. The seed grew and grew, it was a pleasure to watch it. "Now God can understand how to control the weather," he said proudly. The crop had never been so big, so green, such a luscious green.

Then it was time to harvest. The farmer took his sickle to cut the wheat, but his heart sank. The stalks were practically empty. The Lord came and asked him., "How is your crop?"

The man complained, "Poor, my Lord, very poor!"

"But didn't you control the weather? Didn't everything you wanted turn out all right?"

"Of course! And that is the reason I am perplexed - I got the rain and the sunshine I asked for, but there is no crop."

Then the Lord said, "But have you never asked for wind, storms, ice and snow, and everything that purifies the air and make the roots hard and resistant. You asked for rain and sunshine, but not for bad weather. That's the reason there is no crop."

--Osho