I sat looking out my bedroom window last night, as I wrapped myself in my blanket and watched as the harsh winds blew, shaking every tree, blowing the storm in over the beautifully painted mountains. I thought to myself as I usually do, how storms can bring the most grand of sights.
The cool harsh winds uproot the plants that are not deeply planted where they ought to be, and it pushes you around, making you feel insignificant being so small in such a big place, where there are bigger and better, stronger. I thought, I have been weak many times. I have been pushed around many times. What is more right? To be strong, or weak? To be pushed around, or to stand the ground given to us?
And then comes the hail, or the sharp bitterness and sting of the heavy fire. It hits you out of no where, destroying everything that is tender. Following it is the rain, drowning you inside of its sorrow, hardly letting one come up for a breath of air. And then the blizzard. You cannot see anything, not even your own feet. Where you must stand, blinded, and hope you are standing on firm ground, where you will remain unharmed during the storm.It begins to swirl the past up into sight. As you put your head down in grief, while wiping away the tears that came from the places of your heart that only one knows of, one more look up and notice it is finally slowing. Soon it is softly falling.
After a treacherous, raging, dark, destructive storm passes, have you ever stopped to look, feel, smell - all the wonder of the things there manifested through the storm? 
Listen, yes, your right, there is no sound, no noise. Its is breathtakingly silent, peaceful.
Listen, yes, your right, there is no sound, no noise. Its is breathtakingly silent, peaceful.Smell, all the things, there is a crisp, rejuvenating, refreshing, and unique smell to follow, for a surety. The old is gone, leaving you with the dreams and hopes of a brighter future that you can live.
Look, everything is clearer, you can see everything, it is so crystal clear. They say that as children we look through the world in colored glass, but as we age, we look at life through a magnifying glass, and as life goes, it tends to gather dust, and fog up, and as the storm passes, it is clear again, it is beautiful, and all the dirt, and mess are washed and cleaned right off. It wont be too long before another storm comes to alter your vision, but clarity is a blessing an I will take any chance I get.
Feel, its the feeling of change. The feeling of something new. Rebirth, somewhat a vindication. Transformation.
Breathe it all deeply and profoundly in. Let the newness dance through your entire entity, revitalizing all the beauty of youth in your heart and even deeper, your soul. This is when the world is most beautiful.
Everything is at one.
That is something that you can compare to life, because in all honesty. It cant rain forever, let hell and earth combine up against you, and do not worry be still, the Lord is in all.
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