There is an old zen saying: “Snow falls, each flake in its appropriate place.” It’s a lovely way of saying everything is unfolding just as it should, that there is grace and order even in apparent chaos.
The building where I used to run a meditation group was on the same street as a fire station. One could almost guarantee that sometime during the meditation a fire engine would come rushing past, sirens wailing. Not surprisingly, people would afterwards complain. “How could I meditate with that noise?”