The weather forecast said a big typhoon was coming. When I got up this morning, I saw the sun shining on the east sky. The wind was blowing a little harder than usual. I wondered if it wouldn't come actually. But the sky was covered with grey clouds
I casually looked up it. I saw one big bird flying dangerously between them. I thought the wind was blowing violently there.
Nature is beyond our force. We are not able to understand all the wonder of it. This morning I was known to be the least before it. God gave me a small poem.
畏れ
大型台風接近
目覚めると
眩しい陽の光
空を見上げる
灰色の雲のすき間
一羽の大きな鳥
風に煽られ
飛びあぐねていた
被害がそうひどくなかったのが幸いですが。