So on my way home tonight, a pretty big storm rolled on through…heavy winds, downpours, thunder claps and lightning streaks; all lasting 30 minutes tops. It was one of those storms that seems to roll in from nowhere and leave just as quickly. And best of all, this was the type of storm that produced a rainbow at the end.
No matter how may rainbows I see, no matter how old I get, seeing a new rainbow will never get old.
I love storms like this. There are several clichés that revolve around rain: in every life some rain must fall, April shows bring May flowers, one can’t have sun without a little rain, etc. Many songs have been written with the rain theme; Can You Stand The Rain, I Can See Clearly Now (the rain is gone). But a storm like this is a great metaphor. I’ve written a few poems (between 1992 and 1996) which I am posting separately.
But as I said, I love storms like this. To see the raw power of nature unleash herself is well, awesome. And in those moments, I’m blinded from everything; everything is a blur, being washed away by sheets of water just getting thrown at me from every direction. I love standing outside in a wicked downpour…to me it’s freeing to just let the water soak me and run down my face and into my eyes. And I can scream as loudly and cry as hard as I need to, and no one can hear or see me go through what I need to go through.
Life: ups and downs. Pleasure and pain. Stormclouds and rainbows.
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Very true, my friend! Love the pics, too!
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