mother nature screams

A week ago, the point was hit with an unseasonable August wind storm.  The fierce gale whipped up white caps and crashed the neighbors wedding in true mother nature style.  Giant staked yard tents were tossed like frisbees across the field and small fishing boats were stranded ashore on the rocky beach with no mercy.
Instinctively, I frantically started cooking while our power still pulsed to prepare meals for whatever wild was yet to come and just as I flipped the scrambled eggs off it went.  There is a primitive joy that comes from that moment of disconnect, when all gizmos and hums cease.
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning how to dance in the rain."
This guy came down during the strongest wind to kiteboard.  I think he does a brilliant job of living the quote to its fullest.  Cheers!