Beauty of a Storm

The wind is blowing like it's trying to exscape the lashing of a slave driver's whip. I can almost feel the fury through uncontroled gusts of wind. I love feeling of the windy raging storm as it whips through the trees and thrashes the leaves and makes the American flag snap like a crack of a whip. Even though the storm seems to be relentless, I feel a positive evergy serging through the earth; like a small voltage of electricity. Feeling that energy enables me to see and feel the beauty in the raging storm. Even though storms seem to have no mercy, I know they do. The rain does stop, the wind turns into a breeze and the clouds do part. Sunshine peeks out, shinging down apon the dripping earth. birds start their chirpping chatter, flowers open up towards the sun's love. Everything seems to forgive, alomost forget the storm. All this makes me feel like the earth is smile back at me, smiling and saying good bye to the parting storm.