Song is not necessarily music produced by instruments or words sung by human voices. This Saturday, I was awakened to a semi-chaotic melody produced by nature — otherwise known as a thunderstorm. As a very young child, I used to sit on the porch during a storm, watching the wind blow sheets of rain in many directions while thunder echoed in both my ears and my heart, much like the boom boom boom of a huge drum in a parade. I was never afraid in those early days because I was protected by an awning and my dad who sat next to me. As I grew older, and wiser, I began to realize complete protection did not exist as I saw the pictures of damage and devastation caused in seconds by vivid lightning strikes and massive, angry, swirling winds ripping up and hurling anything in their path. Thus, a fear of the furious music of nature began to develop.
Weatherwise, the last week in our area has been much like a frustrated composer, trying over and over and over again to create the perfect sonata. One minute, calming, gentle patter from softly falling rain lightly touching a roof and leading the listener into a relaxing sleep – next minute, the lullaby quickly turned into a raging cacophony of heavy rain threatening to break through the roof, enhanced by howling winds, pinging hail and the sound-breaking roar of echoing booms exploding across the sky. The daily repetition and variation indicated the composer was having a great deal of trouble getting it to come together into an acceptable musical masterpiece.
There are indications the composer is calming down. Personally, I’m looking for a station that plays lullabies!
Peace,
Kathy Marie
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