In tune with nature

Friday night my brother in law walk out of the front door of the cabin and watched a lightning light show surrounding him. The lights flashed, colours blossomed in the clouds and no rumble could be heard coming across the lake. Sunday morning around three, the light shows reappeared. The winds made this light show feel more dangerous.
I was in my bed listening to the wind making the screens whistle as the air moved by. The light show was again in view and we held front row seats watching the rolling light in the distance. I was more concerned with the winds that had whipped up. The sounds grew and I heard branches bouncing off the tin roof of our sleeping cabin. Looking out the window I could see the White and Norway pine dancing and bending in the gusts of the wind.
Their back bones would bend but would not break. Their tops would shake off every gust and regain their posture daring the wind to try again to topple them. I have seen the damage that winds could foist on these giant trees. They seldom snap off but hold together until their roots are rested free of the ground and topple over and down many more trees in their path.
The roots tower over one’s head and I wonder how big a platform it would make for a dinner table. The cleanup takes days. Expecting rain, we locked the windows closed. None came.
In town we seldom feel the fury of the wind nor the howling sound of the winds. It is much more noticeable at the lake. The silence disappears and the howling fury of wind builds and builds. In daylight you can watch the winds and waves build. The rain can wander casually across the lake, or with violent storms the rain marches down the lake, pummeling the waves with hammer precision and will walk right to the cabin. You can see the rain approaching your feet and finally the rain will ricochet off the granite rocks against your shins.
Monday morning my wife and I awakened just before three in the morning and wandered out. The sky was a filled with beautiful white stars. The big dipper held low in the sky. The stars made the blackness of the night disappear. Any of the winds that cooled the cabin in the evening had disappeared and the soft rustling of the birch leaves against each other put a rhythm to the remainder of the night.
At the cabin, I suspect that we are more in tune to the changes in weather, our minds in tune to the changing sounds of wind, the changes in waves from soft lapping to strong hard pounding against the shore.