Storm
I was standing out on the back deck a few minutes ago, watching the storms that are heading this way. The weathermen have been predicting powerful storms since early this morning. It looks like they are finally here - or will be soon.
I enjoy watching thunderstorms rolling in. I especially love the cloud to cloud lightning as it flashes through the sky. Sometimes it is very far away and the thunder is not even audible. Sometimes, like tonight, you can hear it rumbling. Getting closer and closer, more and more ominous sounding, yet still, it is strangely fascinating to watch the storms moving in.
There is an awesome power at play here. The flash and the boom coming closer and closer. The way the clouds, not visible in the dark, suddenly leap into stark relief illuminated by the flash of the lightning. The loud, low-pitched rumble of the thunder gradually getting closer and closer in time to the flash that precedes it. Then the sudden beat of rain as it begins drumming against the windows.
Wave upon wave of rain now. It hits, drums, recedes, drums again. The wind swirls and shakes the house. Water chuckles in the gutters. The flash leads the rumble of the thunder by less and less, the fury of the sound catching up to the blaze of the light. Chasing and eventually catching it until there is almost no lag between the two events.
The rain increases, the thunder and the lightning are almost simultaneous now. The whole house thrums when a gust of wind-driven rain beats against it. But the walls are strong. They shake, but do not yield. The chuckle of rain in the gutters becomes less of a friendly sound. Not so much a laugh as a scream. The sound and the fury outside remains outside, though. The storm seems almost frustrated that it cannot push inside and redoubles it's efforts. Sending wave upon wave of rain has not worked, perhaps it is time to send in the hail.
The frozen rain sounds large this time. Possibly golf ball sized, maybe a bit bigger. Certainly not smaller than that. Accompanied by even greater crescendos of thunder and blazing lightning. Driven by winds that seem almost possessed. Beating and slashing at the house. The lights flicker, dim, go out for a moment. Then, blessedly, they are back. The storm is much less fearsome in the light than in the dark. Then the lights dim again, but stay lit. Then again. Now the thunder itself shakes the house, the sound alone so great it thrums through right to the foundations.
Suddenly, the storm seems diminished a bit. The rains beats less fiercely. The hail stopped about the time the lights went out. The thunder, still strong, seems less dangerous, less threatening. The gap between the light and the sound is increasing. It seems the danger has passed. It seems that everything will be OK now.
And I look at what is happening in the world right now. And I wonder if the storms are just beginning.





