"Rumble thy bellyful..."

"Rumble thy bellyful. Spit, fire. Spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness. I never gave you a kingdom, called you children, you owe me no subscription. Then let fall your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave, a poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man..." (Shakespeare III: ii)
Today in class we talked about why Lear would wait out the storm. The class had an array of brainy answers, but this is what I think: Lear is frustrated with himself, saddened by his daughters and needs to just let it all out in the midst of a thrashing storm. I brought up that it is easier to cry in the shower, freely emitting emotions that will just blend in with the surroundings. Lear feels at home with the angry storm, so he stays in the comfort of it. it is the idea of pathetic fallacy that struck me the most, The idea that nature is mourning with Lear as the skies crack and the ground rumbles, the turmoil that Lear expresses is congruent to the atmosphere. So, right on King Lear!
By the way, I like Shakespeare's way of speaking. His words are elegant. Even though the concepts are hard to comprehend, the text really makes me "turn my brain on." It causes me to enjoy the plot thoroughly, rather than just coasting through.