Storm That Fell Silent

One evening, dark clouds gathered over the village. The wind began to rise, carrying dust through the streets. Soon, heavy rain followed, and the storm grew stronger with each passing moment. The villagers became anxious.

Roofs shook, doors rattled, and the open spaces quickly filled with water. Some ran for shelter, while others stood watching the sky, unsure of what would come next.

In the mosque, Sai Baba sat as he always did. The storm did not seem to disturb him.

As the wind howled and the rain poured, Baba rose and stepped forward. He looked out into the storm, his gaze steady and unwavering. Then, in a firm voice, he spoke as though addressing something unseen.

“Enough. Be calm.”

Those nearby heard his words clearly. Slowly, as if responding to that command, the wind began to settle. The rain softened. The restless sky grew quiet. Within a short while, the storm had passed. The same villagers who had stood in fear now looked around in silence. 

Baba returned to his place and sat down, as though nothing unusual had happened. For him, there was no display—only a simple act, done and finished.

Moral

When the mind is still and free of self, even a word carries the power of the whole.