In All It's Fury
I went running as usual yesterday evening, which looking back on it probably wasn't the brightest idea I ever had. All day on the news they were warning about this storm front that was supposed to be coming in. Well when I went out it was overcast, and you can see the wind was up high in the clouds, but I figured nothing was going to happen.
Boy was I wrong! About 20 minutes in, the sky turned almost pitch black and the rain just came down in buckets. It wasn't the heaviest rain I had seen but it was bad enough. At least I had enough sense to seek shelter, so I kept running till I got to the old bridge over the river. I went to ground underneath near the piling. It was then that the storm hit. The wind was roaring, rain was swept literally sideways so that even under that bridge, I still got soaked. There was no thunder or lightning, but the storm growled, almost as if it were a living thing, raging against the earth. After what seamed like an eternity cowering under that flimsy rotting bridge the storm died away. It felt like I was there for hours, but really it was only about 20 to 30 minutes.
I wont say I was scared, frankly I was too awestruck to feel fear at the time. Looking back now, it was a fearful experience. It is one thing to sit out a storm inside a house, it is quite another to face the full brunt of it in the open. I will never forget the sting of the rain as it slashed at my face. I will never forget the sound of the wind, roaring like a wind animal, seemingly out to get me and me alone. It was a humbling experience, to look into the face of the storm as it rages. It makes me think of just how powerless we really are. It's nice to think that we are the masters of this world, but that is a lie, whatever power we do have is given and can be easily taken away. This will be something to think about for sometime to come.
Boy was I wrong! About 20 minutes in, the sky turned almost pitch black and the rain just came down in buckets. It wasn't the heaviest rain I had seen but it was bad enough. At least I had enough sense to seek shelter, so I kept running till I got to the old bridge over the river. I went to ground underneath near the piling. It was then that the storm hit. The wind was roaring, rain was swept literally sideways so that even under that bridge, I still got soaked. There was no thunder or lightning, but the storm growled, almost as if it were a living thing, raging against the earth. After what seamed like an eternity cowering under that flimsy rotting bridge the storm died away. It felt like I was there for hours, but really it was only about 20 to 30 minutes.
I wont say I was scared, frankly I was too awestruck to feel fear at the time. Looking back now, it was a fearful experience. It is one thing to sit out a storm inside a house, it is quite another to face the full brunt of it in the open. I will never forget the sting of the rain as it slashed at my face. I will never forget the sound of the wind, roaring like a wind animal, seemingly out to get me and me alone. It was a humbling experience, to look into the face of the storm as it rages. It makes me think of just how powerless we really are. It's nice to think that we are the masters of this world, but that is a lie, whatever power we do have is given and can be easily taken away. This will be something to think about for sometime to come.
posted by The Cube at 7:42 PM
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