Storms

I love storms (provided I'm not outside, of course) . A simple statement for such a complex adoration. There is something quite fiercely comforting about the strong winds and relentless rain. The way the trees bend in two, bowing to the force of nature that the winds possess. The clichéd whistling wind that seems to come from every angle, bringing rain rapping at the windows demanding entry. When I am inside and there's a storm, a rage of elements tearing at the outside world, I often get a shiver and then warmth. There's something I cant quite articulate about the feeling it brings. Perhaps it's 'schadenfreude'. That feeling that you are not affected by something so uncomfortable and destructive occuring within the vicinity. Or just the realisation that you are weathering the squall, that you have the tenacity to trounce the tempest. And with that knowledge, I welcome a storm. But if only this feeling was evoked while in the rain.

“It’s not a bad lesson to learn in the bleaker months: how you view a storm is a question of perspective; provided you find the right rock to watch it from, it could be the most incredible thing you’ll ever witness.” 
― Dan Stevens

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