The Oddestey

This is an odd story... the oddest story you will ever hear.
There once was a farmgirl. Her name was Melissa. Every day, after she had done her chores, she would look up at the pretty colors in the sky, watching the sunset in it's full array of reds and purples and pinks. She twirled a daisy in her hands, wondering if she would ever hold something so colorful, so astoundingly beautiful, in her hands.
There once was a traveling mage. His name was Andre. Every day, he would take a twilight walk thought the hills and watch the sky. He watched the billowing clouds, observed their direction, noting the wind, and considered in his mind what the following day's weather would be like. With the setting sun right behind him, he knew he was traveling east. Finally, taking a last look at the sky, he said, "Darn big storm coming up."
There once was a painter. His name was John Paul. Every day he would take his canvas and brush, and sit outside to watch the sun sink behind the mountains. The light, shimmering through the atmosphere, splashed an array of color and light onto the clouds, which he was sure had never been more red before.
And so these people, gazing at the same sky that night, each saw something in it that none of the others had seen. That night a storm ripped through their land. Lightning and thunder raged in the sky. The mage, huddled miserably in a soaking heap, shivered as the shower of water collected in the leaves and dripped gleefully onto his face. The farmgirl, sleeping in her bed that night, suddenly jumped up in fright as lightning seared the roof, and barely made it out the door in her nightclothes as the house burned to the ground. The wild gale ravaged the painter's impoverished house, ripping out the paintings and scattering them to the wind.
The moral of the story is three-fold: To the farmgirl, staring at nice things can make you neglect to notice important details, such as stormclouds. To the mage, when you see something bad coming, do something about it. To the painter, when you are blindly opinionated, you tend to only see one side of the circumstance, and neglect the other.
Apologies to Melissa, Andre, and John Paul for my use of their names in my story.
*Quote of the day:
"Know that life is not a haven; you live to weather storms."
Chiss the Cook*