There is something really appealing to me about storms.
The moment before the storm breaks. The sullen wind, the leaden sky. That heaviness that hinders your movements like a tangible pressure on your head and temples as if you were inside a bubble. An almost solid feeling that makes you look forward impatiently for the burst of that bubble that prevents you from breathing freely.
Finally some heavy drops start to fell on the ground. The sky becomes even grayer and the vibrating wind starts to blare. The scattered drops grow into a raging rain. The turbulence and the fury. The unstoppable nature roars.
..after the storm. The pressure burst and the lightness come back with a fresh atmosphere left after the wind, the heavy rain swept the path of gravel and dirt. And the leaden clouds open leaving streams of light come, lighting up the sky.
Leaving a weightless and diaphanous clear path ahead.
The previous time when you feel the pressure of an inexorable situation that needs to be faced. The heaviness that prevents you from moving on and occupy all your thoughts. The fear of what the storm can destroy in their way. But when the pressure is too much there’s no other option that to let the storm go off. Face it. Confront its wild power with your strength. Some damage might be done, someone might be hurt, may be you, but that’s unavoidable. What matters is the peace and lightness one feels afterwards, the strength you earn, your hardened skin, the path that opens again in front of you.
“When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” ― Haruki Murakami