¹⁶“Awake, O north wind,
And come, wind of the south;
Make my garden breathe out fragrance,
Let its spices be wafted abroad
May my beloved come into his garden
And eat its choice fruits!”

Song of Songs 4

Come oh north wind come oh south wind. Joy and worship come, sorrow and trial come. Whatever comes with the opportunity to be with the beloved. Let it come. North wind or south as long as it involves the Lord.