by Margaux Sky

Created on: March 06, 2010

The weather forecast warned that the upcoming storm was dangerous, tumultuous, and extreme with high winds, and the forecast was right on. The cackling of the lightning and the booming of the thunder caused me to reflect on the relationship between my sister and myself. Which was she, the thunder or the lightning? Whichever she was, I was the other, but I could not answer the question.

Only fools would attempt being outdoors in the conditions this spring storm was agitating upon us, but the storm was compelling and even inviting. With every spear of lightning that flashed from the sky, I felt my sister’s secretive but harsh actions thrust into my heart, ripping it to shreds like lightning pulverizes a tree in its path. With every bellow of thunder, I heard myself reciting anger and confusion of her actions.

The wind whipped in a fury thrusting the trees from side to side in violent fashion. The willow tree by the river threw its curly limbs and leaves in every direction imaginable, all at once, resembling a wild woman wailing in the depths of sorrow. That was me; that was my sister, too. The river splashed against the muddy walls that contained it, but it tried relentlessly to spill onto the yard and drench it with its sloppy, mucky mess. That was my sister and me, too. Both of us aching to spill out our righteous feelings about ourselves and against each other, because neither one of us is wrong. And that’s true. Neither one of us is wrong, but nor are we both right.

The spring storm, different from us, has a method to its madness. It serves the purpose of watering, nourishing and aiding in the growth process of the earth. My sister and I are just vile to one another, serving no purpose but that of a deep dislike of one another. This spring storm will end and flowers will burst from the ground as a result. Trees will abundantly sprout new buds on the branches. The churning of the wild river will have mustered up new algae and life forms and when it softens to a flow, these life forms will latch onto the riverbed and grow bringing food and new life. The sun will emerge from the belly of the storm and kiss the earth making it greener and lush.

The storm understands that it supports one reason for the existence of the sun just as the sun recognizes that the storm is a necessary madness to keep alive the earth and its people. This spring storm will kneel to the beauty of the sun and earth. How I wish the storm between my sister and myself could segue into the necessary pattern of understanding, acceptance, and peace. If not love, at least these three things.

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