We live at the top of a huge valley. Looking south, we can see mountain tops at least a hundred miles away, and on a clear day where the air is devoid of pollution, the view is breathtaking. I haven't studied weather patterns, but we've had a wet year, lots of snow this winter and spring, and some good storms this summer.
Right now, several hundred miles away, a storm builds over the Pacific Ocean, a storm with more power behind it than all the energy created by mankind.
I look at the sky. It's raining somewhere, sunshine others. Because we live in a desert, we seem to always pray for rain. Of course, you can be blessed with too much of a good thing. Parts of our state have flooded the past couple of days.
To the west, millions will watch as their sky darkens and the monster roars overhead. They'll pray to their god to make it stop.
It will, eventually, but not due to their prayers.
It stops because it must. All things created must die. Their sky will return to what they know. Will they be changed? Will they look at the sky with different eyes? Will their faith in their god be strengthened...or diminished? Time will tell. I hope those in the path of the storm will be safe.
I believe humans have always looked to the sky. Their very lives depend on what they see, or don't see. We do that still...
We just don't realize it.
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