Monday, January 28, 2013

The beauty and might of nature

Jan 28, 2013.. The day when I saw nature in her fury. The sound of wind whistling through the windows, the trees uprooted, some swaying violently all day and all night long. This is not the first time I saw stormy weather, or the most frightening.  There was one a couple of months ago with thunderstorms and lightning.
The lightning makes you feel more unsafe than just heavily pouring rain. may be its because I am used to rain.

But this storm, without lightning, just the rain and the intermittent whistling of the wind, the rumble of windows has been going on for so much time, that I have for the first time realized how persistent nature can become.
It has unnerved me, not too much in a negative way, just awestruck at her might and my heart goes out to all those who are out in the storm at this moment due to their circumstances, facing it, yelling at it or smiling at one of nature's temperate dances.

Its mild compared to the might cyclones, but its the length of time, the stamina that can wear out humans that makes us wonder how little we are. Somewhere deep within our emotions and our beliefs go out, in the storm and it makes us want to join forces with it, understand it.

It shouldn't be a surprise if a branch comes flying at our window, yet it will surprise me nevertheless. I think of God who put us all in the right places, safe at home, at the right home, at high ground. My little family and our friend safe and sound.

The reason I am writing this now, late night, is  because it will be a loss if I do not remember this moment, this weekend full of God's immense blessings.