As I gripped the steering wheel, my mind formed alternate routes in case the windshield shattered around us. Stories of cow-killing-hail were fresh in my memory, and as we sped through the Badlands, there was nowhere to stop for shelter.
We call beavers ecosystem engineers because they dam rivers and create lakes, but that's peanuts -- who else can change the weather? We wield the power of deities without any of their intentionality or self-awareness.
Through the toxic pesticides used in our raw materials to the smog belching from the factories, the storms are becoming demons of destruction. It is no surprise we are experiencing more violent storms than at any point in our history.
Looking at the ominous, grand, dominating, overwhelming skies in her stills makes me think a little deeper about Mother Nature. And realize once again, the score will always be, Mother Nature 1, us zero.
Most Americans will tell you they care about the environment. But an appallingly large fraction don't act on it -- they don't change their lifestyles to lower their environmental footprint and they don't change their voting patterns to affect sustainable change.