C.L. Harmon
I have loved storms for as long as I can remember. They seem to emulate every human emotion across the spectrum and that intrigues me. They can be violent, aggressive and destructive or gentle, beautiful and bring much needed relief in certain aspects.
They can be frightening and peaceful, overwhelming and calming. Just as human beings, they are a mixture of complexity and simplicity with a purpose.
It is true that in those moments when they rage of violence and fury, we are at a loss to understand their purpose. They takes lives and destroy property in their wake without leaving reasons that make sense to us. Just as an angry child, who arms himself with weapons and misguided intentions, blows through a school or church wreaking havoc and spilling blood, it leaves us at a loss to comprehend as we stumble through the aftermath of such an emotional storm.t
What is it though that we do after such a violent display of nature? We prepare for the next one while we attempt to understand the elements that made up the storm. We study what conditions were present to culminate in such a disaster and use that information to teach ourselves warning signs as to how we prepare for the future storms. We know that we cannot stop them entirely, so we learn how to protect ourselves from them.
This is also true of the evil that brews within humanity. We cannot stop it but we can learn to protect ourselves from its destruction and madness and teach others how to do the same through our actions. We do this in the manner by which we rebuild after a storm and by understanding that storms are not our enemies. They often bring relief to an area of drought, remove the dead limbs and trees that litter the forests, hindering new growth. They wash and blow away the contaminants that have accumulated over time and they remove the old and dilapidated structures that have been broken down over the landscape.
Sometimes it takes a tragedy for us to see what must change. But it is not on the destruction left behind that should be our focus, but on our efforts to better protect ourselves in the future from the violent storms. The fear, uncertainty of storms and their sheer force should also remind us that complete control over anything in life is, and has always been, an illusion.
We can survive storms only through respecting the force that they wield. The same is true in humanity. Once we, as a human race, learn to respect the knowledge that a small storm is significant because of its potential to grow into a large one, we are capable of protecting ourselves from the catastrophic ones that will ultimately come.
Fear is important in our plight to protect ourselves. it is natural and effective as long as we do not allow it to consume us. If we do let fear take over, then it it becomes more deadly than any storm without so much as a rain drop to wash us away. Not all storms bring loss of life and most don’t even cause damage that is noteworthy.
Most storms are cleansing and refreshing. Some are breathtakingly beautiful with the lightning flashes that wake up the darkness and the low rumbling of thunder that speaks in the distance with a language of ancient tales from a world we can hear but not understand. They are a part of our existence both internally and externally.Wouldn’t a world without storms equate to a life without emotions? Each of us are storms with the potential for great harm and great beauty. When we watch others and learn to respect the awesome force each of us wield in the lives of others, we can enjoy the excitement each one their storms bring that means us no harm and also protect ourselves from those that do.