I was comfortable, somewhere between that awake and asleep state. That point where your conscious is trying to tell your subconscious that you are about to be rudely awakened. By an angry dog growling. A very terrified Molly was trying to get into my bedroom and Bella was having none of it. I’m trying to get untangled from the covers, catch Molly, get the light on without getting beaten by the fan blades, and become fully awakened all at the same time. Multitasking at its finest.
I managed, actually managed, without bodily harm to accomplish all of the aforementioned and get Molly into the bathroom. All while listening to the pounding rain and thunder rumbling so heavily that my house vibrated. This was a mean storm from the sounds I was hearing.
I remembered the last place I had saw a flashlight and hoped it was still there, even though the thing has issues. It will turn on, but if you actually try to direct the beam at something, it goes out. I just needed to make sure the drain under the house was clear. Moody flashlight in hand, I turned on the front porch light and headed through the blowing mists from the rain to the far side of the porch. The drain was mostly clear, but I tossed the few twigs out of the way and returned into the house. I could hear Molly scratching the bathroom door wanting out but she was safer in there. The exhaust fan covers most of the storm noises and I don’t have to deal with her underfoot.
The windows in this room are the largest in the house. Each flash of lightening almost frightening clear. While the thunder sounded more angry with each elongated rumble. Rain pounding the roof and yard sounding threatening in its own right. Amazing how each force of nature has its own damaging powers. Frustrating how long a thunderstorm can last, thunder making itself known even off in the distance. Making one wonder if its the sound of the storm moving on, or the storm looping back for another go around.
Amazing and thought provoking on how nature’s storms can be so like our life storms. Whether these storms come up suddenly in the night, or take their time approaching during the day. Those storms where you can see the dark clouds gathering and moving in your direction, warning you. All storms, are attention getting. They aren’t the summer shower type events where you can sit on the porch and watch, or even go out and dance in the rain. These storms bring threats and dangers. It is best to not get caught outside when these storms arrive. You might can watch from a safe place depending on the storm, but one must get to that safe place.
Nature’s storms can be devastating, bringing about destruction of varying degrees, such are life’s storms as well. We can find ourselves in situations where we feel that all around us is being systematically destroyed. We can lose family support, lose a job, become financially wrecked, or emotionally and physically depleted. Everything that we depended on, taken away. Just as we watch nature’s flood wash away a landscape, an personal storm can wash away a lifestyle to which we have become accustomed.
The thing to remember and consider, the same as we prepare for approaching storms of nature, we can prepare for personal storms. With high winds, we secure anything that can blow away. With the threat of blowing, falling things, we shield windows. Threats of high water bring out sandbags. Watching nature’s storm approaching, we seek safe places to wait it out. Life storms? We can prepare for those in many ways as well. We can educate ourselves, we can set aside money in savings, we can grow our own food or network with others. Trading talent for talent. We can strengthen our beliefs and faith.
Should we unexpectedly find ourselves in a frightening sudden storm, it helps to know who to run to for security and safety. To know who we can trust to help us and keep us from harm. Over an hour has passed since I was awakened. I have kept an eye on the drain pipe, making sure it remained clear. I have dealt with this annoying less than trustworthy flashlight. I have prepared a cup of hot tea and have listened to the waning storm. Crickets outside have begun to sing their song of storm’s end and the rain has gone from pounding to a more gentle shower. Any sounds of thunder is distant and fading. This storm has passed, life’s storms will also pass, even when we feel as if they never will. Even when we feel as if we are drowning, the storm will pass. Better will come.