A gust of wind, a dark horizon, the sun hides away behind heavy gray clouds. Grains of sand dance to the melody of the waves’ growing crescendo. A blinding rain and a deafening thunder. Anger has arrived.
From above it all, this rage is chaos. Its rhythm is loud and merciless. The winds bend trees and the waves reach far into sand dunes. The clouds release piercing rain, battering anything that is brave enough to stand outside and take it. And the thunder rolls, shouting its anger to ensure the heavens hear it.
But dive into this ocean. And all is quiet. The silence is patiently waiting for the surface to embrace this anger. The silence understands, anger needs to surface in order for it to be let go. Anger needs to cry. It needs to scream, it needs to be acknowledged.
Puddles are starting to grow and meet the ocean, now. It is time to let anger go. Anger needs to be understood, but it also needs to understand, its visit needs to be kept as a short one.
The sand dunes won’t make it much longer if the waves keep reaching. The trees will only bend so many more times before they all break from the wind gusts it brings. The deafening thunder will make it too loud to quiet the mind. And the hidden sun-well, the sun will not stay hidden for much longer because it starts and ends with or without anger’s permission.
Release the grasp, it no longer serves, let it evaporate into the sky.
The wind is now a breeze. Clouds are painted hues of orange and pinks while the sun descends in the horizon. The smell of after rain lingers in the air and the waves sing a quiet relaxing tune. Anger has passed. It was observed and embraced. It was understood and released. It was faced, it was confronted, and it cleansed the surface. Back into the ocean and all is quiet-as above, so below.