Perhaps, it’s the transient nature of the storm that allows us to transcend our current frame of mind. There is a suspended animation that happens within me at the first inhalation of soporific rain. I tend to stop whatever I am doing, open the nearest window, and just breathe a sigh of relief.
You may wonder, what is to be gained from formal meditation or the practice of yoga? These practices are a sweet, little microcosm of our lives. The thoughts that arise, or maybe the discomfort in our limbs, are manageable experiences that mimic the sufferings or challenges in our daily lives.