Why don't storms scare me?
I don't really know. I can't say that it's my faith because I haven't always had faith, but I have always had a passion for weather. I know people who are terrified of weather (kind of like my brother under the bed hiding from the "lightling"). I know people who beg me to do something about the storms, make them go away.... ummm... I know I've got tremendous Dewvoid. I know people who pray the storms away... OK, I do actually get that.
Dewvoid: (noun) The absence of significant weather events within a close proximity of me... only cause I think significant weather is really cool.Perhaps there is an opportunity there to sell my services (storm stopping) to wedding planners and bar mitzvah coordinators. You want pretty weather for the event, just invite me, guaranteed sunshine! "Stopping severe weather in a single bound. It's a bird, it's a plane... no, it's Dewdrop."
I have actually had a conversation recently with a friend at the National Weather Service office who was discussing with me a solid squall indicating severe parameters of wind, and "they" had placed me in the severe warning box. HA! I told him that it looked like they forgot the Dewvoid in forecasting, and he jokingly said that he should make sure the radar guys draw out a significant Dewvoid parameter... moments later, I was drawn out of the severe warning when the storm completely pulsed down. You see, it's scientifically proven. But, I digress.
So, why are so many people terrified of "bad" weather, while I face it head on without a care in the world??
I guess it's not fair to say I don't have a care in the world in the face of severe weather. I have a healthy respect for flash flooding and would definitely turn around rather than drown. It simply isn't worth it. I definitely have a strong respect for lightning and its death inducing potential. When thunder roars, you should head indoors. I do that most of the time, OK, OK, some of the time. Sometimes, I go out on the porch, in the back yard, or in the garage (with the door open) trying to nab a shot. Talk about role reversal, my daughter is usually the one trying to drag me inside. I know better. I have storm chasing friends who have had some bad experiences. I have been known to seek out rotating wall clouds just to watch them spin, but I did freak out a bit when I ended up in the Drop Zone, this one time on accident because south Georgia roads twist and turn so much and you have really limited visibility for all the trees (Disclaimer: storm chasing in south Georgia is not safe, at all). I have a healthy respect for all things destructive in weather. Heat, flooding, lightning, wind... gosh even big enough hail can kill a person. I get that. The threat is real.
I guess, for me, it all comes down to striking beauty. There are times when I look to the sky, and my breath is literally taken away. My eyes are lured to it; I find myself enthralled with the splendor and glory of His creation. Sure, the severe stuff is dangerous and can be quite ominous, but the beauty I see seems to outweigh the danger. I mean, I have seen shelf clouds that look like the mother ship, slinking across the sky, all it's layers and colors and texture. I have seen cloud to ground lightning, light up a sky in brilliant shades of purple, as its web-like tendrils scatter through the atmosphere, cleaning the air. I have seen rotating wall clouds, mere feet above the ground, wider than a football field, just barely moving, not hurting anything, just being stunning. The beauty keeps me seeking more; it draws me in.
I am Dewdrop, and I am obsessed with weather, cause it takes my breath away. I can't get enough.
I am not scared. I love it too much!
Till next time,