It’s humbling to face a storm. To encounter something that big, that untamed. That untameable. It’s easy to forget sometimes, how small we really are. With heat and cold most of us are fortunate enough to be able to escape inside where it’s shaded, air-conditioned, or heated. With a little wind, a little rain, or any of the other, quieter weathers, it’s possible to ignore them entirely once we’ve got a roof over our heads.
But a storm? A real storm?
One that sends lightning across the sky in ceaseless flashes? One that dumps inches of hail on the ground in a matter of minutes, ignoring the fact that the “official” start of summer is mere days away? One that comes with cracks of thunder so loud it shakes the very walls we hide behind?
That’s when you remember. You are small. We are small. And that’s alright.
F.A. Hakimian 