This piece deals directly with ideas of containment and also of the sublime.
An electric storm alters its environment, yet likewise its viewers. The storm creates an amphitheatre of sound and light, the charged air bristling one's hair follicles.
The title of this piece refers to advice we were given when walking in the Alps, and the unpredictability of these environments. Jokily, it has entered family lore, and is uttered whenever we find ourselves, drenched, shivering on some mountaintop. here, the majesty and power of the storm proved the truism.