Quote of the Day:
“We can never have enough of nature. We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor, vast and titanic features, the sea-coast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and its decaying trees, the thunder-cloud and the rain.” –Henry David Thoreau
There is nothing like a pre-dawn thunderstorm and the sound of rain beating down. TB had a classic this morning to enjoy, a full on thunderstorm with rollers and cracklers and boomers and even distant rumblings, an occasional lightning streak. I don’t know why it is a storm makes for such satisfying rest and its daylight leftovers give so much energy to what would otherwise be another boring summer day at the office. Maybe its the subconscious awareness of how far mankind has come since our earliest ancestors’ cowered within a shallow cave to escape the elements or maybe its just that the noise chases away the more pressing concerns of daily life from the edge of consciousness where they always lurk, even in sleep.
I think there may be something to that second one, for a small child with no store of tension to be released by the sounds focuses only on the fact that the thunder is loud, unusual, and frightening. This is so with my little girl. She does not like the noise. Her fear is counter-weighted however by the storm’s temporary releasing of my own fears. The greatest of these is the certainty that as her Dad, charged with her protection from all things which may bring sadness or pain for all of her days, I am doomed to fail. The subtle, nagging guilt for this predestined failure is as real as it is irrational. But there are things I can protect her from. One of them is midnight thunder. When she reaches for my protection, I am for her at this tender age, greater than the storm. She clasps my arm and finds a way for her entire body to be in contact with mine and both our fears fade away.