Involving the Spirit with Nature (example)

let me tell you about the past hour
its 8:30 barely...on a Sunday evening in Vienna
maybe 8
maybe earlier

and the sky is still light blue fading into the night
the trees have been tousled around by the wind quite a bit
but a still has come over them
and its gentle blowing now
but the clouds darken the sky
and you can feel the heaviness in the air
there are little faraway rolling claps of thunder, barely audible for at least an hour, and you have wondered if it was in your head until now
when a flash of lightning flickers in the corner of your eye, catching your attention

in the next few minutes, on a hot and sunday that followed a very warm weekend, the clouds have had enough and break open with rain
rain that comes gentle at first, pitter patters, and I get up to close the windows, smelling the beauty of the rejuvinating, cleansing scent of rain filling the air
then as i'm sitting feeling the sky 'release' its cloud-knotted tension, it starts raining harder and harder
then SMACK
smack smack SMACK

the sound of hard white crystalline orbs hitting the window with little cracks
makes me wonder if it will break, but not with worry but excitement,

and just like that, huge hailballs are smack smack cracking upon the rooftops and windows, hitting the ground and turning to slush only to be rinsed away and melted by the coming rain, still mingling with its counterpart
the trees leaves are barely heard swishing in the wind
the lightning becomes only an accepted and expected effect
the thunder is on the level of your heartbeat, of your excitement, of your natural involvement with this miniphenomena of earth
the hail stops
the rain lessens
the sky is getting darker, and a few lightning bolts still flash over the last pink patch of fade-to-blue sky
and into the night the thunder is the only reminder that nature is working outside


and the lightning flashes, never ceasing its interest in the electric air
and never losing its beauty