Imagine you are stranded on an island, never mind how you came there, or why you are there alone, just imagine for once. Its evening, dark clouds are looming in the sky, and there’s no shelter in sight. You are surrounded by the ocean on all sides. And as you ponder about your course of action, drops of water start falling. Within a few minutes it turns into rain lashing down on all side, the stormy wind forcing the raindrops to fall at a slant. You don’t have anything to do but just stay there, in the outpour, getting completely bedraggled.
Darkness is surrounding you now, pitch black in colour. The only sound you can hear is of the rain and thunderous waves crashing on all sides. Suddenly the whole world lights up, a streak of lightning flashes across the sky down to the horizon, you forget everything, and stare at it spellbound.. The waves reflect the light and you can see the white surf in the dark sea. The thunder comes soon after, causing you to close your ears. You stare with disbelief, is this truly the placid world you stay in? You forget any discomfort, just let the raindrops strike you, and let the beauty seep in, you may not ever have a chance to see this anymore. The gods keep playing the entire night, with you as the spectator, as if they have put this up for you and you alone. The lightning fleeing from the thunder and the mountainous waves trying to capture the fleeting lightning, becoming unsuccessful, and that increasing the rage and the force. The storm shows no sign of abating; you have forgotten to think about it. You are mesmerized by the spectacle.
The entire night passes; you have no track of the time. But suddenly you notice the force of rains has decreased, the waves have regained a bit of normalcy, and the sky is slowly lighting up, not due to lightning, but naturally. Gradually after that the rain stops, the waves die down and the clouds float aside, and the blue sky becomes visible again. The sun is already out, and the world is looking newly washed, all fresh and sparkling. The sea has regained its original blue colour, the water gently laps on all sides of the island, and all signs of the madness of the previous night have gone, as if it was never there.
Will you thank God for the magnificent spectacle or will you regret the fact that you had to face something like this?
