The Storm

Any storm starts with rain, thunder, and lightning booming. It swells the air and the trees rock back and forth in her spell. The wind howls and bellows letting itself be known.

Everything is calm in a storm even though it seems like the opposite. The Storm cleanses and cleans the air; flaunting her pure and absolute power in her glory. The roaring wind and rain makes everything feel so infinite. The weather swells until the clouds burst with its cold, dark tempered rain.

At its peak, the very Earth itself shakes with The Storm’s cry. If you close your eyes and let it take hold, you feel the roots, the trees, the ground, and the very cells in your blood. You become one with The Storm, feeling its bellowing cries, shifting and turning.

Darkness itself consumes and takes over. It is impossible to not feel The Storm's power. In its peak, the clouds are swelled, rain is expelled from above, and the wind rocks the very trees it cares for; nature is balance. One day the wind is peaceful and soothing, the next violent and begging to hear its cries.

When thunder decides to roar, the ground echos with its call, the trees respond with their shaking. All the animals hide in fear. Embracing the thunder and lighting; booming and burning alludes them due to their nature. With humans, it's different. We can choose to channel it's energies into us.

The Storm means something different to everyone. For the quiet, it's a means of expression: letting your silent screams and cries be expressed. For the loud, it's natures way of matching us; letting us know that we are not bigger than her.

Challenging nature is something that is pointless. The Storm is proof of that. The shaking of the trees, the rain pouring down, and the overall chaos of the mini-hurricane.

Within, it's something else entirely. Pulling The Storm's energies into you and becoming one with the Earth. The Darkness is almost impossible to resist, the power that you feel with the lightning and thunder bellowing above is unprecedented.

Losing yourself in the violent wind and rain is something that everyone should experience; after all, losing yourself is often the quickest way to discover yourself.

The Storm's very purpose is for nature herself to expel her pent up energies. For humans living through nature herself is the only way for some to express themselves. The Storm's power itself is easy to mimic inside, once that is done, you feel like a god.

Once The Storm ends, you can look around at its destructiveness and beauty. Above, she smiles at her power. The fallen trees, the loud booming of the thunder that followed.

Within, The Storm remains in us, burrowed deep within waiting for release. Suppressing it for too long, causes it to turn us into something else. Nature itself becomes us. Waiting and longing for another storm to occur so we can lose ourself, or find ourself in her beauty.

Absorbing its booming power before us. For the next storm, we might become. Being able to sway the wind to our will, for each lightning strike that hits the ground we control, and the bellowing thunder that is sure to follow.

This is what it means to be a god; in its simplest form. Perhaps more complex god-like powers behold us when we die. Being able to create, destroy, and perhaps a mixture of both. Being able to interact with other gods. I guess the only way to know for sure is when we die, until then we can feed off of The Storm's power; fueling our power until then. Keeping our darkest impulses at bay...