Besides old growth trees and forests, clouds are a favorite display of Krishna's energy, which is referred to as those huge white, fluffy cotton like clouds with contrasting shades of gray, and in the deep blue sky.
The proper name for them are called cumulus clouds, as if naming them means that you can really understand the mystery of their beautiful existence. Before one discovers the beautiful glow of nature, your favorite thing to gaze upon and be in wonder of may have been old architecture buildings. Do remember how old you were when you first began to notice the beauty in His creation?
Many days I spent in the towering forests of my youth, that was verdant with lush growth. Here the breath that I breathed was not only the wind, but I also inhaled the sun, moon, stars, blue sky, butterflies, and the clouds. However, it has often times taken years to get to the point that you can enjoy all of it, but in another environment the natural phenomenon may be switched completely from beautiful clouds to thunder storms.
During the hot and humid summer in the deep south, there is often times regular thunder storms, which were exciting to experience, and a welcome in that they brought a cooling relief to the heat. When the first clue of a thunder storm is caught, then automatically you knew it was coming as you sit out on the deck and watched its gradual development. Often times, such marvelous and powerful storms would spark a fire within as it inspired and excited me with the power and majesty of Krishna. It would remind me of how mighty his energies were and how esthetically that he displayed those powers.
The coming storm is first announced with the distant sound of thunder, then the approaching storm clouds with their flashes of lightening. The skies would begin to darken as the wind arrives as it pushes the trees back and forth in a whipping motion. When it had been hot and humid all day due to the raging summer, the former bright day begins to darken as the temperature drops refreshingly with the aid of the rushing wind.
The sound of the wind blowing through the trees is like the most powerful, yet relaxing symphony on earth. There is not a vocabulary to express exactly how exhilarating a feeling it is to be in the mist of such power. It is a reminder of how insignificant we are and how great is the King of Creation. Then the Master of all Mysticism, Suspense, and Esthetics, after wonderfully preparing this beloved scene, brings what the plants, trees, animals, frogs, and we are waiting for the rain.
The rain comes down in a torrential downpour in a deafening roar, bringing every thing at once to a stop. Many love and even marvel watching such a powerful, drenching rain, which can soak you in a few minutes or flood the roads in twenty to thirty minutes. Fortunately around here, this type of rain only lasts about ten or fifteen minutes. If it is more than that, which it can be sometimes, it can create havoc, and all our technology is useless to check it.
Still, the marvel of the beauty and power of the His energy is a must. Though our love for Krishna is covered and pervertedly displayed in fleshy illusions, at times like these storms, he gets our attention. He reminds us that he is in control and that our controlling ability is puny. We are always dependent on his mercy. Someday we will know this by realization and act accordingly, but to be truly conscious of and love Krishna is the goal of our lives, with only time separating us. In the mean time, we endeavor to remember him and are glad to live amidst the beauty of nature.