A strong typhoon packed with howling wind and rain arrived last night while I was asleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night startled by chaos slamming at my windows.
Frantic weather makes me nervous.
The wind was blowing in all directions, shaking glass doors causing the screen to rattle uncontrollably.
I stayed awake and thought about the deaf.
How lucky they are, unable to hear the hissing sound of wind, trees bending to a snap, metal shaking and rain pouring down eternally, growling like a mad dog.
I wonder what their thoughts are when they look out the window and see nature unleashing anger.
How do they make sense of the noise that frightens me?
The cold gust slapping one’s face, trees wayward, the smell of nature drenched.
The artist in me imagines this wrath could make for a nice melancholy painting.
Silly me for allowing fear to reign over my senses.
Nature is a mess the morning after.
But maybe for the deaf, last night was like any other evening only wet and windy?