The group sitting around a table had opinions about the weather. 

"I love this cold snap!"

"I wish it was still as warm as last week."

"We really need rain."

One man had a suggestion. 

"Perhaps God could take a survey, and ask each person what specific conditions they prefer.... high sixties, low humidity, clouds but not too many, a gentle breeze...  Then God could collate them into a consolidated and perfect weather system."

I laughed. Clearly, such an idea was almost as impossible as it was ridiculous. Gardeners vie for precipitation when beach goers beg for sunshine. My son is a pilot and strong gusts impact his capacity to fly, whereas would be kite enthusiasts crave it. 

What is an accommodating Creator to do? 

Not give us a vote, that's what. 

I can empathize. My children numbered in the single digits, but finding a dinner they could agree on was dicey. Mostly I just made what was in the refrigerator. On their birthdays, though, they had the privilege of choosing. 

Maybe if there are birthdays in heaven I can ask God to let me pick the clouds for that day. I can make sure they are the kind that my grandchildren will see as unicorns and mermaids.