There are storms that arrive in the sky, and storms that arrive in the mind.
Some we can predict with satellites and algorithms, some we only recognize after they pass through us.
The clouds gather quietly, the winds rehearse their fury silently, and yet we go about our days as if the future
is a stranger.

The new age of science teaches us to listen earlier. It reads patterns in pressure, temperature, and moisture,
and tells us what may come. But wisdom adds a deeper lesson: every warning in nature is also a warning in life.
If the outer climate needs foresight, the inner climate needs humility.

A mature civilization is not one that stops storms, but one that learns to prepare without fear,
to adapt without panic, and to act before damage becomes destiny.

When the sky speaks through signs, it is asking only one thing of us: to become a little more awake.

A Monk’s Whisper:
Stagnant minds dry first. Flowing minds nourish worlds.

Heal your habits, and the planet will heal its wounds.