Splintered roots covered with rich black soil. Trees were unearthed and laid exposed to every passing eye. Ripped to shreds by lighting strikes. Trees egos and automobiles beat down by winds violent as fire. Traumatized beyond redemption and brought to a drastic epiphany. That is what summer storms are for. Just when we actually start to believe we have appropriated nature she reminds us who our mother is and who will ultimately get her way. The last storm was not an anomaly. Every season has violent, aggressive behavior. There is metaphysics between us and storms, they burn like annual forest fires clearing brush and debris for new growth. Boom shacka-lika-lika-lika! Boom shacka-lika-lika-lika! Boom is getting stronger. Boom is getting longer too. The last thunderstorm, the storm of the century, etc...While storms of life rage we are taken higher. Nature riots and changes everything whether we want change or not. Beautiful old trees are failed and burned or hauled away. Dead wood clutters a forest floor. Attrition is organic and revolution is a remedy for backlash.