Reassurance

Mother Nature fights back against the plague we've created on her face. She's so much deeper than we know, her soul buried under the burning mechanical surface we have built.  She draws from this to wash away the grime of our world, and we tremble, in awe at her power.

As I stand here, feet solid in the soft earth, wind whipping around me, rain washing the world clean again, I am calm. Calm amid chaos, refusing to panic as she -- as she tears down the world we've built.

There's something reassuring about the rain.
(once more, for those who missed it)
There's something reassuring about the rain.

Yes. Our lives have been solid shaken.
Yes. Our homes have been destroyed.
Yes. Our loved ones have been hurt and lost.

In a world where we are accustomed to controlling every detail, though, it's reassuring to be reminded of how very little we do control.

Every idea we have, every feat of engineering, we have stolen from the Earth.  It's been done before, and while our own machines may burn and grind and lift into the air, there's no replacing the beauty of a bird on the wing. We are far from the perfection that is nature, and as we continue to reach too far into nature's coin-purse, surely the consequences will become clear.

Mother Nature fights back.

There's something reassuring about the rain.