The rain is in a raging conversation with the wind just outside my window, screaming against every pane of glass. Their aggravated voices rise and fall, sharply, ease and intensify, unexpectedly, get whipped around, constantly, sometimes horizontally, by powerful gusts coming from every direction.
Their language is harsh, ladened with fury and vitriol, aimed at everything and everyone, sparing no one and nothing. It's not a light topic, the rain and wind have serious issues, they've been raging, intermittenly, at and with each other, seemingly, from the very beginning. Their disagreement is on an atmospheric scale, they're in collusion with the moon, and the sun, and the stars. Only the clouds appear to have answers to calming them down but even they have their dark days and sometimes just get out of the way and let them have at it. This morning is one of those days. All you can do is sit back and watch and listen and hope they find common ground and quiet down. They and we are overdue for some peace.
Fascinating perspective, Rich. I see the rain and wind instead in a passionate tango, with the clouds their willing, participating audience. Yet I agree wholeheartedly that all of us could use a few days of peace.
🖖Perfect for today…