Doing my weekly yard work, my back was turned to the darkening clouds. The ominous rumble caught my attention.
As I look over my shoulder, the horizon was black with mottled gray edges. Flickers of death leaped from cloud to cloud. It could have been an alien invasion….
I debated my odds and priorities in whether or not to continue mowing. My mortality is more apparent.
30 years ago I would have kept on going. Immortal, brave and stupid at the same time.
The storm paused and stirred just beyond the edge of my domain. Building and deciding where to threaten next.
I gave up my plans. Like I had to do so many times these past few years. I knew this storm would pass. Just not a quickly as I wished. I learned patience.
The storm eventually did chase the sunset. I sat from the Safety of my porch to watch the clouds chase the sun into the night. The rays of light held on as long as possible until the trees and clouds filtered it out.
The rain fell slowly and quietly, with a faint glow of the retreating ball of burning gases. It was quite the light show.
The maples trees flipped their leaves over showing the undersides which reminded me back to my childhood. When we saw the silver parts of the foliage, it warned of something wicked coming. It was time to go home or seek shelter.
Once the storm exhausted itself, and the final minutes of sunset were visible again, everything was bathed in a beautiful warm amber glow.
I try to remember this simple sequence in my life. Know when to pause. Know when to retreat and know how to enjoy the calm after any storm.
Lightning and Thunder use to frighten me. Now I enjoy it, I appreciate the thirst of the land being quenched and given new life.
I have had my own personal storms, and waited them out. I sought shelter and emerged a little braver each time.