The strength of mother nature can be as frightening as it is beautiful and enthralling. One cannot underestimate the fury of mother nature. She sometimes reveals her fearsome power as much as her silent resilience. Nature's fury is sometimes due to the harshness of man's mistakes and it's effect is devastating. The power of mother earth can be awe inspiring as well as destructively devastating turning you into a hapless and helpless child in her arms.
Everything goes for a toss when it rains non stop and starts becoming furiously merciless. There is only inundated roads and houses; no power or other ways of communication, you are marooned in a wall of silence. It is only the furious sounds of the incessant rains that you get to hear. You realize a lot of facts in life. You are not in a position to take the wrath of mother nature. It is believed that mother nature is considered as an embodiment of patience. Nature always bestows it's best, there is a limit for everything.
The river weathers the peace and fury of nature's moods, it muddles with its pristine waters, a beautiful entity of nature that beauty personified well within its boundaries but devastatingly destructive when in spate flooding the whole area. It takes the brunt of the fury and finally breaks out furiously. Nature avenges for its exploitation.
I learned one great lesson of life, that anything exceeding it's boundaries or anything that is excess turns violent, threatening, paralysing and very dangerous. How much is too much? How little is too little? In the fury of nature you become mere silent spectators or victims of a ruthless ire. It is an irony of fate.
Everything goes for a toss when it rains non stop and starts becoming furiously merciless. There is only inundated roads and houses; no power or other ways of communication, you are marooned in a wall of silence. It is only the furious sounds of the incessant rains that you get to hear. You realize a lot of facts in life. You are not in a position to take the wrath of mother nature. It is believed that mother nature is considered as an embodiment of patience. Nature always bestows it's best, there is a limit for everything.
The river weathers the peace and fury of nature's moods, it muddles with its pristine waters, a beautiful entity of nature that beauty personified well within its boundaries but devastatingly destructive when in spate flooding the whole area. It takes the brunt of the fury and finally breaks out furiously. Nature avenges for its exploitation.
I learned one great lesson of life, that anything exceeding it's boundaries or anything that is excess turns violent, threatening, paralysing and very dangerous. How much is too much? How little is too little? In the fury of nature you become mere silent spectators or victims of a ruthless ire. It is an irony of fate.
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