The sky rumbled and the clouds churned. Graying whites and darkening grays, they moved with urgency, steered by the unruly wind. The wind showed his power with every gust, making trees doubt their roots, and dry leaves flit across the air in a frenzy. The birds flapped their wings with all their might and flew against His immense strength to find the nearest shelter. They huddled against each other on window sills and tree holes, their beady eyes peering outside. The wind grew cold and damp and continued to rage across without a care…
Then there was silence, a strange silence. A silence that was so loud, it could be heard without a sound.
The thick blanket of darkness cracked open and heavy drops fell to the ground. The water seeped into the very depths of the soil and the wind blew again swaying the silvery threads to and fro, altering their path, but ultimately uniting them with their origin. These three elements of nature became one and created an amalgam of allurement that could not go unnoticed.
The clouds were lighter now, and the silver threads scarce, the wind took a graceful bow and left in a breeze. The soft edges of His creation became sharper, washed by love, everything was perfect. The air was laden with the petrichor that was left behind, something that could only be experienced and hardly described. Fluttering to the trees and shaking the branches, the little chirpers received tiny showers. The leaves shone in viridescence and blades of grass cradled perfect spheres that reflected the vast sky.
And that is how Nature embraces, by touching the very depths of the soul.