What is it that makes four grown men stand in silence staring?
Well it wasn’t a female!
It was rain.
Not just any old rain to be fair. We live in Scotland so we are no strangers to precipitation. We get a plethora of varieties in our small corner of the globe, like the Inuit who have countless words for snow, we have ample descriptive terms at our disposal.
You wouldn’t believe that people actually say things like, “it’s wet rain today,” without the slightest hint of irony (I have yet to experience the dry rain). By that they mean it is like being in a car wash with that fine dense misty water that soaks you instantly. We get sideways freezing cold rain that isn’t snow but numbs your cheeks in minutes, we don’t ever get that tropical rain that is just warm…never ever.
Yesterday was glorious, my car registered 82.4 degrees at 7pm last night, that is, for us, a good day. With that heat and humidity there usually comes a weather warning of thunder. Thankfully it never materialised overnight as I was awake often enough watching for the looming alarm. It did arrive though, shortly after 8 this morning.
I had left home in lovely sunshine, the morning was warm and the streets and trees were bathed in that early morning golden hue that brings a smile to your face. Ninety minutes later it was like 4am again, the heavily pregnant clouds nudged steadily Eastward and brought with them darkness and water…lots of water.
It always amuses me in movies set in Scotland where you have the typical crash of thunder and immediate flash as the rain pounds mercilessly from a black sky. I have never seen that here in all of my life. It is usually dry when the electrical forces clash high above, the deluge arrives in short waves between the crashes and flashes followed by steady outpouring in between.
As the four of stood there mesmerised by the large plopping droplets in front of us and intermittent flashes above I couldn’t help but smile. We are a pretty jaded lot in my workplace, between us we have experienced the best and worst that life can throw at people.
We have just returned from the corners of the globe and nearly three weeks of vacation having done all manner of different things. But there we stood, oohing at electricity flashing in the dark clouds and laughing as our bodies shook with the thunder.
As the water grew deeper in front of us an inch fell in 20 minutes and we all stood with wonder until the storm blew over.
We have all seen a thunderstorm before, we have all seen too much rain so why is this different?
It is the same reason that we go to war…power.
In front of us was playing out a display of raw unharnessed power, we have no control over it and it frightens some but impresses others. Few men are afraid of these storms because it speaks to our souls, it speaks to that innate sense that we are not weak and imasculated, we are not tame, we are wild like that thunder.
If we only had the opportunity.