Further Musings

Beauty smote his heart, he looked up from the forsaken land & hope returned to him

Saturday Night

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At the moment there is a thundering storm blowing outside 128. There is something about a storm that compels me to stop and intake it. I think this is one of my impractical passions.

I love watching the rain come down in great white sheets and to listen to the white noise of millions of droplets splashing off the surfaces out my front door. I love the way the lightning lights up the sky and flashes out sharp details of everything in view. I love the smell of the rain and although the crack of lighting shakes me, I love the rumble that comes afterwards.

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Written by furthermusings

May 23, 2004 at 12:02 am

Posted in At the House

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  1. I too am taking in a storm here in Lincoln. The breeze is blowing from my window as I sit and watch the lighting and listen to the rain. I’ve just spent most of the evening backstage at a high school theatre calling shots for lights and music and in the middle of the show we are informed of a tornado warning. I am realizing now that when I was a kid a nervous excitment would well up, making me pray harder and giggle with my friends easier. And now I get nervous and more easily irritated. Irritated at the kids not taking it seriously. Hmmm. Though I am not sure I need to be niave and ignore the danger in situations I think I like being a kid better. I like for a storm to awaken me inside, letting me feel small in such a vast and intense planet.

    joie

    May 23, 2004 at 12:45 am

  2. We’ve been getting the same stuff up here in NW Iowa the last couple of days too. Normally I really enjoy stormy weather, but living in a house w/ no basement has somewhat changed that. Also, I can’t say I enjoyed walking home three blocks from work last night in a tornado warning.

    There’s also something about being from a farming community when it comes to bad weather. We are in a flash flood warning right now and I just finished my instinctive prayer for all my farmers as I stood by the front door watching the water rush down the street. We’ve had bad weather here all week and some how our county has gotten off pretty lucky while all the surrounding ones have gotten nailed w/ tornadoes, flash floods and up to baseball-sized hail. Actually…this all one the many reasons that I love my rural community…it’s a different kind of life, a different kind of faith…

    Jen

    May 23, 2004 at 1:14 am

  3. isn’t it wierd how people can be experiencing similar things, at the same time, in a different part of the country, or even a different part of the world? the storm here last night was kind of eerie because though the lightening was magnificant, there wasn’t any thunder. we tried to piece together our knowledge of meteorology and “legends of old” to try and figure out why, but we came up empty. oh well…

    DANCIN’ IN THE RAIN

    So what if it drizzles
    And dribbles and drips?
    I’ll splash in the garden,
    I’ll dance on the roof.
    Let it rain on my skin,
    It can’t get in–
    I’m waterproof.
    – Shel Silverstein, Falling Up

    🙂

    charity

    May 23, 2004 at 7:48 pm

  4. Sounds like the Mid-west enjoyed the rainstorms as well.

    I hear you Joie about feeling small. Sunday night was a slow gentle rain and I sat on the front stairs again and listened for a long time. I love to watch water come down. It feels immediate and very peaceful.

    Andy

    May 24, 2004 at 7:37 pm


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