And then the rain... It came down in sheets, violating the sanctity of my sanctuary. Still I sat there, the
misty remnants of rain that managed to penetrate washing over me. Yet how could I leave such majesty, such raw fury? The storm was in full voice, the lightning almost continous, the patter of rain drowned in the rolling roar of thunder. The heat of the day, once so powerful and dominating, was swept away ahead of the storm, like a dried lef tumbling ahead of a fall breeze... And it was cool. And there is nothing that compares to the power and majesty of the storm.
How often do we stop and listen? How often do we take time to acknowledge, to appreciate our world around us? We need to slow down, appreciate the beauty around us. Life is that thing that is happening, right now, while we're making plans to do other things... Food for thought.
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